what had happened to the women they had lost.
Amos was arrested.
The bouquet remained in police custody.
I never asked to see it again.
For weeks, I could not look at yellow flowers without remembering the deliveryman standing at my door or the three red marks hidden beneath the petals.
Daniel and I also had difficult conversations.
I understood why he wanted to protect me, but I could not excuse his secrecy.
He had created a fake trip, disappeared without explanation, and left me alone inside a dangerous mystery.
