Emily looked over her shoulder and her smile wavered, her eyes flickering furiously. "I was told to bring these rights to you personally. Not insignificant, is it?
Foreboding crawled over my spine, but after choosing the bouquet I nodded. "Anyway. I'll grab them.
Emily presented the flowers to me quaveringly. Kindly exercise caution. This seems to be incorrect.
Emily turned and ran off, her feet echoing down the gravel before I could say anything. I closed the door and looked at the bouquet, feeling cold. Paul would be home soon; I decided to wait for him before looking more forward.
A bit later, Paul showed up and discovered the roses on the kitchen counter. His face tightened as he regarded them. "When did this start?"
"They were delivered by Emily Stevens," I said, my voice shaking
