Monday — 9:17 a.m.
Ava's POV
I was still staring at the photograph of the black sedan parked near my old house when Dad's phone rang.
“Gate,” he answered.
Blaze stood behind me, his hand resting against my waist.
Dad frowned.
“What kind of delivery?”
I glanced over.
“Who ordered it?”
A pause.
“Keep it outside the gate. Nobody brings anything through until Chain clears it.”
He disconnected.
“Please tell me somebody ordered breakfast,” I said.
Dad looked at me.
“Flowers, Princess.”
I blinked.
“Flowers?”
“Delivery addressed to you.”
Blaze frowned.
“From who?”
“No sender listed.”
Something uncomfortable twisted in my stomach.
“What kind of flowers?”
“Didn't say.”
I reached for Blaze's phone.
“Call the gate back.”
He studied my expression.
“Darlin'?”
“Please.”
He ma
