Emma's Pov
The knock came just as I was about to leave for the hospital.
Three soft raps against the door, it was polite, almost hesitant. At first, I thought it was the neighbor again, Mrs. Green asking for help with her groceries but when I opened the door, no one was there.
Only a delivery man in a pressed uniform, holding a long white box and a few carefully wrapped packages.
"Delivery for Dr. Lawson," he said, offering a clipboard.
I hesitated, glancing at the boxes. "Who's it from?"
He smiled. "No name, ma'am. Just said it was to be delivered personally."
A flicker of unease rippled through me. No name? Personally? It couldn't be.
I signed anyway, because curiosity has always been my worst trait, and brought the packages inside. The scent hit me first, it was white orchids. Perfect, pristine, impossible-to-forget orchids.
My breath caught.
He remembered.
