“It sure is,” she says then winks. “You must have one special secret admire. I delivered two last week while you were away, did you get them?”
I nod, unable to speak as she carries the package over and sets it on my desk. She’s completely unaware of the fear rushing through my veins, turning them cold as ice. Secret admirer?
More like creepy stalker.
The new box is long and slim but no less frightening. My name is printed in bold black letters this time, not the same scrawled sharpie writing from the other boxes. Actually, each of the times my name was written was different. The first one had thin, shaky writing. The second had loopy, almost cursive writing. The third had thin, neat writing.
“Did you see who sent it?” I ask, but I can guess her answer. She hadn’t seen the sender th
