I reached for the door, and a young man greeted me calmly. “Good morning ma'am. I have a delivery for Bella Sinclair.” “That's me,” I responded, looking down at the huge gift box that sat on the floor. He directed me to where I would sign to collect my package. A frown settled on my face when I asked who the sender was and discovered that it was Fred. “Bloody i***t,” I muttered as I tore open the wrap after the delivery guy left. The contents revealed a rose bouquet and a box of chocolate. I hissed. I knew Fred's kind. They were the type to offend a woman in a terrible manner and try to manipulate and buy their way back into her life even if it involved playing the victim and gaslighting her. Beside it, I read his note. Hey babe. I'm really sorry about my actions. I was just a bit ti

