Ava’s POV
I was balancing two paper bags of groceries against my hip when I reached my door. The hallway was quiet, the faint hum of the elevator at the far end the only sound. I bent to fisher my keys out of my bag, and that’s when I saw it, something white slipped just beneath the c***k of my door.
A flower.
A single white lily rested across a small envelope, the petals still cool as though it had only just been placed there. I blinked, shifting the groceries to one arm and crouching to pick it up carefully, as though it might dissolve if I touched it too quickly.
The envelope was simple, unmarked. I slipped a finger under the flap as I balanced the bags awkwardly, heart thudding in a way that made no sense for a piece of folded paper.
Dinner? 8 p.m. — N.
My stomach did a slow, he
