Bloom and Burn

Synopsis

I have a ritual: a fresh bouquet delivered to my door every week. But three times now, my flowers have vanished—swiped right off my doorstep by the woman next door. When I finally confronted her, she didn't even flinch. "The delivery didn't have a name on it," she said, dead serious. "I thought they were pretty, so I took them. What's the big deal?" Fine. If that's how you want to play it. I logged into my flower app and switched every single future order to Cash on Delivery. Forty-three dollars a bouquet. A week later, the building's property manager came to my door, looking uncomfortable, and handed me a note. "The woman in 503 asked me to give you this. You should probably take a look." I unfolded the note. Four words stared back at me.