When a mysterious package arrives at Kate and Josh’s home, they are confused to see that the sender is Josh’s estranged father. But things get even stranger when Josh finds a ticking box inside the gift — a beautiful pillow. A confrontation occurs, and Josh is left battling with the truth. Should he forgive his father, or act like their relationship is nonexistent?
Josh had just taken their daughter, Emily for a stroll around the garden when the doorbell rang, signaling that the day needed to begin.
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“I have a package for you,” the delivery man said as I opened the door.
I signed and carried the box into the kitchen. Our third wedding anniversary was this week, and Josh was always ordering things for me.
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“I just want to surprise you, Kate,” he said one day while we were lounging on the couch. “It’s just the little things, you know?”
So, naturally, as I took the package to the kitchen, I just assumed that it was from him.
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Until I took a pair of scissors and cut through the thick tape. Opening the package, I found a beautifully embroidered pillow, a note sticking out beneath it. It would have matched our living room décor perfectly.
Happy Anniversary, Josh and Kate! – Taylor.
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For a moment, I reveled in the kindness of the gesture. But then I remembered that there was no way possible that Josh would accept this gift.
“Hey, what’s this?” Josh said, coming back into the kitchen with Emily on his shoulders. “Did we order something?”
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“Well, it’s a gift,” I said cautiously. “From your father.”
Josh pulled the note from me, his eyes flying across the paper.
I wondered what he was going to do. Josh and his father had a very complicated relationship. When Josh was a child, Taylor had abandoned him and his mother.
He had been seeing another woman, and when it finally came down to a choice, Taylor had chosen the other woman.
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Josh had been seven, and he had never recovered from it. He told me all about it one evening when we went out for dinner.
“A father is supposed to choose you, Kate. But he went ahead and left us behind so that he could start a new life with his mistress. That’s not how this works.”
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I understood his point of view. Of course, he had just wanted his father to be there for him and his mother.
Instead, Taylor had other ideas.
“He said that he needed to be happy, and that my mother was too strict with him. He had a job, but he was always doing illegal things on the side. So he packed up his things and left.”
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“What do you mean?” I asked, shocked that Josh had been exposed to something like that at such a young age.
“Money, swindling it. Gambling, all that,” my husband said as he picked up his glass of whiskey.
And that was it. Josh didn’t speak to him again until a year before we got married.
Taylor had heard about our upcoming wedding through other relatives, and he thought it was the perfect opportunity to try and make things right between them.
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But Josh refused.
“I don’t want him around us on our special day, Kate. It’s not going to benefit anyone. And if anything, seeing him will spoil everything for me.”
“And you don’t think you’d regret it?” I asked as I folded wedding invitations into envelopes.
“Not at all,” Josh replied, picking up an envelope. “For all we know, someone will come and crash the ceremony because he owes them money.”
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And that was that. Topic closed.
I didn’t want to push it. I knew it was up to him to deal with it later if he regretted it. I would support him, but I wouldn’t want to overstep anything, especially because Taylor sounded like a lot to deal with.
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When Emily was born, Taylor tried to get into our good books one more time. He wanted to reach out and try to make things right with Josh so that he could have his role of being a grandfather.
“I don’t want him around us. I don’t want him around our child. Please, Kate, don’t fight me on this one. This man is bad news,” my husband said, carrying our baby.
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So that was it.
Which brings us back to the present.
Josh picked up the pillow and felt it up and down; he even put it to his ear, his eyes widening.
“Sweetheart, we can’t keep this pillow!” he said.
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Without another word, he rushed over and threw it out the back door.
“Josh, what’s going on?” I exclaimed, leaving Emily in her high seat with fruit slices.
“It’s ticking, Kate! There’s something inside. He’s up to something.”
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“Ticking?” I said. “What do you mean?”
We both went outside.
We stood over the pillow lying innocently among our garden flowers. I hesitated, then reached down to listen.
Sure enough, there was a soft ticking sound.
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“Oh,” I said, shocked. I had been convinced that Josh had been hearing things that weren’t there.
Why would Taylor want to hurt us in any way?
“Take out your phone and video this entire thing,” Josh said as he bent to pick up the pillow. “Just in case something happens or there’s something illegal in there.”
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With a deep breath, Josh tore the pillow open to reveal a small, mysterious box equipped with a timer.
“What the hell is that?” I murmured, dread creeping up my spine.
“Let’s find out,” Josh’s jaw was set. “Call him.”
I dialed Taylor’s number, my hands trembling.
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“Hi, Kate,” he said, his voice cheery. “Did you get my package? I didn’t know what to get you, but I knew that I had to get something.”
“There’s something inside the pillow,” Josh said. “A box. It’s making a sound. What is it?”
“Please be honest,” I said.
“It’s a gift, Kate. For your anniversary,” Taylor’s voice was calm, almost soothing to me.
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“The sound is probably the timer; it’s supposed to make a sound and open on the day,” he said. “There’s something in there.”
My husband snatched the phone from my hand.
“Do you really think we want anything from you? What’s really in the box, Dad? Is there something that shouldn’t be there? Something illegal?” Josh demanded.
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“Please, Josh,” he said. “It’s just a gesture. I mean absolutely no harm.”
“If you truly mean that, then stay out of our lives.”
“Wait, Kate,” Taylor said. “Just open the box, okay?”
Taylor sighed deeply, and Josh reached out and cut the call.
I looked at my husband; he seemed confused by it all. I knew that he was curious about what was inside the little box, but he was traumatized by everything his father had done.
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“What do you want to do?” I asked him.
“I don’t know,” he said, holding his head.
“Let’s open it,” I said. “If he wanted me to open it, then there’s no way that he’s trying to hurt us, darling. Okay?”
Josh nodded slowly, finally accepting it for what it was. His father had simply wanted to reach out to us and give us a gift. That maybe everything was as easy as it seemed.
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“But record it, okay?” Josh said.
I picked up my phone again and began recording.
My husband pried the box open, revealing its contents: a check for $100,000.
Josh stared at the check, his emotions flying across his face as he tried to make sense.
“What is he playing at, Kate?” Josh asked, stunned. “There’s no way that this is clean money. He must be trying to cover up for something.”
But before we could process this further, Taylor called back.
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I answered, hesitant.
“We found the check,” I said. “Why did you do that?”
“Because I’m dying, Kate,” he confessed quietly. “I’ve made my fair share of mistakes, and I know that Josh hates me. But that money is for you guys. And if Josh doesn’t want it, then keep it for Emily’s future. For school. Nobody needs to know that it came from me.”
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I walked inside the house, realizing that we had left Emily alone for too long. Not that it mattered, because our daughter was sitting quietly by herself and eating her fruit.
Josh was right behind me.
“Dad,” he said, taking the phone from me. “If you’re really serious about your health, then please, we need to talk. No more games.”
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“Thank you, Josh,” Taylor’s voice came through the phone. “You tell me when.”
We arranged to meet Taylor at a park later that week; it wasn’t far from us, and we often took Emily there.
As the day arrived, Josh was visibly nervous, fidgeting as we waited on a secluded bench.
When Taylor arrived, he looked frail and worn.
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“I’m so sorry for everything. I was a terrible father. I don’t have much time left, but I want to spend it making amends.”
Josh took a long breath.
“It’s not easy, Dad. But I’m willing to try. For Emily’s sake, so that one day, she’ll know that her grandfather carried her through school.”
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While Josh and my father-in-law spoke, I set up the picnic that I had brought along with me. I figured that if anything awkward happened, we all still needed to eat.
As we left the park, Josh squeezed my hand, a weight lifted from his shoulders.
“Maybe it’s good that pillow showed up, after all,” he mused, a small smile breaking through.
Things could only get better from here, right?
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Single Mother Brings Out the Elf on the Shelf for the Holidays, Discovers Hidden Camera Inside Days Later — Story of the Day
A single mom trying to bring Christmas magic to her young son despite family tension finds a hidden camera inside an Elf on the Shelf in their home. The discovery reveals a shocking betrayal, forcing her to confront those closest to her and fight to protect her son and their fragile peace.
Sophie struggled to steady herself as she maneuvered the Christmas tree down the narrow attic stairs. Her arms ached, and every step reminded her of how different this holiday season would be.
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This was their first Christmas without Frank. The house, once filled with his warm laugh and the scent of his cinnamon-scented coffee, now felt far too quiet.
As she set the tree down in the living room, Sophie wiped her forehead and let out a small sigh. Matthew, her seven-year-old son, deserved a magical Christmas, even if she didn’t feel like celebrating.
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The twinkle of excitement in his eyes every December had always been contagious. Frank would have wanted her to keep that alive for him.
The past few months had been tough for Sophie, especially with her mother-in-law, Rachel, trying to take Matthew away.
After weeks of tense arguments, Sophie had convinced Rachel to back down, but the conflict had left scars.
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Sophie opened a dusty box of decorations, her hands brushing over familiar ornaments. Her breath caught when she picked up the Elf on the Shelf, its cheeky grin staring back at her.
Memories of Frank came flooding in—setting up the elf with tiny marshmallows in the kitchen or balancing it precariously on the bookshelf.
Matthew’s laughter, believing the elf was up to no good, echoed in her mind. A bittersweet smile tugged at her lips.
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The buzz of her phone startled her. She glanced at the screen.
@Mom:
How are you two holding up?
@Sophie:
It’s a bit hard to manage everything on my own, but overall, we’re okay.
Just as Sophie set the phone down, the doorbell rang. As she opened the door, her heart sank. Standing there, suitcase in hand, was Rachel.
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“What… what are you doing here?” Sophie asked, her voice sharp with surprise.
“I thought I’d keep you company for Christmas,” Rachel said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. “It seemed like you could use the help.”
Sophie crossed her arms. “We don’t need company. We’re doing fine on our own.”
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Rachel set her suitcase by the door and glanced around. “Are you really? After Frank passed, you’ve looked awful. I can’t imagine Matthew spending Christmas in such a sad house.”
Sophie clenched her fists. “You don’t get to say that. Matthew and I are fine. I’m doing my best.”
“I’m sure you are,” Rachel said. “I’m not here to judge. I just thought you’d want some support.”
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Rachel wandered into the living room, admiring the decorations. “It’s lovely in here. You’ve done a nice job. I wasn’t sure you’d even put a tree up.”
“I did it for Matthew,” Sophie muttered.
Rachel’s eyes landed on the Elf on the Shelf. She picked it up, examining its face. “This elf is so charming. I’ve always liked it. He watches everything, doesn’t he?”
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Sophie felt a twinge of unease as Rachel’s words lingered in her mind, but she brushed it aside, forcing herself to focus on the holiday preparations.
When Matthew bounded through the door after school, his face lighting up at the sight of the decorations, Sophie felt a brief moment of relief.
But it didn’t last long. Rachel immediately stepped in, correcting how Matthew hung his coat and telling him how to wash his hands properly.
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“Your mom lets you do it this way? No wonder it’s a mess,” Rachel said with a sigh.
Sophie clenched her jaw, biting back a response. She watched as Rachel continued, offering advice on everything from homework to snack choices.
She held on to her patience, repeating silently to herself, “Just a few more days.”
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The next morning, Sophie heard a knock at the door and groggily got out of bed.
She shuffled downstairs and opened the door to see her mother, Liz, standing there with a small bag.
“Mom? What are you doing here?” Sophie asked, rubbing her eyes.
“I decided to come keep you company,” Liz said, stepping inside.
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Sophie sighed. “You’re not the only one.”
Liz raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“Rachel showed up yesterday,” Sophie explained, her voice flat.
Liz frowned. “Rachel? Well, it’s a good thing I came. You’ll need someone on your side.”
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The next two days were unbearable for Sophie. Every moment felt like a test of her patience.
Rachel hovered over her, pointing out flaws in her parenting. “Matthew needs more structure. When Frank was alive, things were different,” Rachel said, her tone sharp.
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Meanwhile, Liz sat in the corner, shaking her head. “Oh, honey, it must be so hard doing this all on your own,” she said, her voice filled with pity that only deepened Sophie’s frustration.
Sophie felt trapped, their words swirling in her mind like an endless storm.
One evening, desperate for a moment of peace, she began tidying the living room.
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Her eyes landed on the Elf on the Shelf sitting innocently on the mantel. Something about its eyes caught her attention.
They looked unusual, almost unnatural. She picked it up, turning it over in her hands. Her stomach twisted as she spotted a small slit on its back.
With trembling fingers, Sophie opened it and pulled out a flash drive. Heart pounding, she rushed to her room, locked the door, and plugged it into her computer.
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The screen filled with clips—her crying, her messy home, her moments with Matthew. Even Rachel and Liz were captured on the footage.
A wave of fear and anger washed over her. There was only one person who wanted evidence to prove she wasn’t a good mother.
Sophie burst into Rachel’s room, gripping the flash drive tightly in her hand, and her face red with anger. “What is this?” she demanded, holding up the drive.
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Rachel looked up from where she sat on the bed, her expression blank. “I don’t know. What are you talking about?”
Sophie stepped closer, her voice rising. “I found a hidden camera inside the elf. Don’t act like you don’t know anything about it.”
Rachel’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “A hidden camera? That’s horrible. We should call the police.”
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Sophie’s glare hardened. “Stop pretending! I know it was you. You’ve been trying to prove I’m a bad mother so you can take Matthew away!”
Rachel stood, her own voice growing louder. “That’s not true! I haven’t done anything like that. Yes, I’ve thought about Matthew living with me. But I decided against it because I knew it would hurt him. He belongs here with you.”
“Don’t act innocent. I don’t believe you,” Sophie snapped. “I want you out of my house. Now.”
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Rachel crossed her arms. “I’m not going anywhere. I came here to see my grandson. If you want me gone, go ahead and call the police.”
Sophie spun around, slamming the door as she left. Her chest heaved with frustration. Rachel was still trying to control her life, even after everything Sophie had already lost.
She sat on the edge of her bed, her face buried in her hands as tears rolled down her cheeks.
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The weight of everything—the judgment, the invasion of her privacy, the constant pressure—felt unbearable. She didn’t hear Liz come in until her mother spoke.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Liz asked, her voice soft.
Sophie looked up, her face streaked with tears. “It’s Rachel,” she said through a shaky breath. “She’s trying to set me up.”
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Liz frowned and sat down beside her. “I knew that witch couldn’t be trusted. But tell me what happened.”
“I found a…,” Sophie began. She paused, glancing at Liz’s bag lying on the bed. A piece of paper had slipped out, catching her eye.
She leaned over and picked it up. Her stomach dropped as she read the receipt. It was for a surveillance camera.
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Her hands shook as she held it up. “What is this?!” she yelled.
Liz reached for the receipt, her face pale. “Sweetheart, let me explain.”
Sophie jerked it away. “So it was you? You put a camera in the elf? Why would you do that?!”
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Liz sighed heavily, her voice defensive. “Because you’re not managing, Sophie! You’re still grieving Frank. You don’t visit me. I barely get to see Matthew anymore. I thought he’d be better off with me, but I needed proof.”
“Better off?” Sophie’s voice rose. “Did you ever ask me? Did you even think about how Matthew feels? We’re doing fine! I’m doing everything I can to give him a good life!”
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Liz shook her head. “I just wanted to help. When you’re stronger, we can talk about him coming back to you.”
Sophie stared at her, stunned. “Do you even hear yourself?”
Liz threw up her hands. “You told me you were struggling. That’s why I came. That’s why I did this. You needed help!”
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Sophie’s voice hardened. “I needed support from my mom, not for her to take my child away!”
“It’s for the best,” Liz snapped, her tone firm.
Sophie stood, her eyes blazing. “Get out.”
Liz froze. “What?”
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“Get out of my house!” Sophie shouted, pointing to the door.
Liz packed quickly, her movements stiff. She didn’t look back as she left. Sophie watched her mother climb into a taxi, her chest tight.
“Where is Grandma Liz going?” Matthew asked, stepping into the room.
“She had to leave,” Sophie said softly.
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Matthew wrapped his arms around her. “Good. She wanted me to go with her, but I want to live with you.”
Sophie hugged him tightly, tears welling up again. “No one’s ever taking you away, kiddo. I promise.”
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From the corner of her eye, she saw Rachel walk into the kitchen. Their eyes met. Sophie mouthed, “I’m sorry.” Rachel gave her a small nod, her expression unreadable.
Sophie held Matthew close, her resolve strengthening. This was their life, and she would protect it at all costs.
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