The morning air felt colder than usual, the glass façade of Blackwood Residences reflected the pale sunrise. Residents walked in and out through the revolving doors carrying coffee cups and briefcases. A delivery truck had just unloaded fresh flowers beside the entrance. Everything looked ordinary. She slipped Mara’s letter back into her bag.
Harold’s final words returned to her.
If anything has changed… don’t let them know you’ve noticed.
The man seemed to know more than he let on. At the time, the warning had sounded almost ridiculous. Now…she wasn’t so sure. The lobby greeted her with its usual quiet elegance, polished marble, soft classical music. Fresh lilies were arranged neatly on the reception desk, the scent was comforting it made the previous night’s abandoned office feel almo
