Becca yanked the card from the holder buried in the roses. A thorn caught her finger. With trembling hands, she raised her wounded finger to her mouth. The metallic taste of blood served as a reminder of her new reality. She read card. Roses are red, violets are blue, I’ve told you twice, I want you.

She closed her eyes, inhaled with a slow, calm, and relaxing breath. She exhaled through her mouth. She forced her hands to stop their nervous shaking. This made the third time roses appeared at her door with an unsigned card. The card’s message didn’t sound threatening so why do her nerves prickle with danger?