ANNA'S POV
Four days since the summit, and the world had gone on exactly the way it does. Work. Elias's toys migrating between the garden and the kitchen without anyone's help. The townhouse gone quiet in the evenings.
The phone was the problem.
Every time it buzzed I looked before I could stop myself. Not long. Just long enough.
I hated that.
Thursday I was halfway through a call about transportation costs when my assistant knocked and came in without waiting. I held up one finger. She mouthed delivery and set a small brown-papered box on the edge of the desk.
No sender listed.
I finished the call, signed off, sat looking at it. Then I opened it.
A small potted lavender plant. A note tucked underneath.
You once said every office needs something alive in it.
No signature.
I sat
