After I Left, He Begged Me to Come Back

On the morning of Valentine's Day, just as my boyfriend left, I received a bouquet of roses.

“See you at the usual spot tonight, sexy. —T”

I furrowed my brow, an uneasy feeling settling in as I stared at the familiar handwriting on the card. My boyfriend never spoke to me like this. Before I could think much further, my phone buzzed. “Amara, did a bouquet of flowers just show up at your place?”

“Don’t touch it, whatever you do. It was meant for my boss, and I sent it to the wrong address by mistake.”

I kept my tone steady, replying, “It just got here; I haven’t touched a thing.”