Visitor
The next day, Ellen decided to take a taxi back to their house. She needed to ask around, see if anyone else had seen something—anything—that could give her a clue as to who had sent that twisted "gift." She stepped out of the apartment and called for a taxi, waiting near the sidewalk as the morning air teasing her skin.
A taxi pulled up soon enough, and Ellen slid into the back seat, giving the driver her address. She settled in as the car began moving, her eyes wandering out the window as she watched the streets pass by. Her mind drifted back to her conversation with Colleen last night.
She had asked Colleen how she found the flower, hoping that maybe there was something—anything—that could lead her in the right direction. Colleen had been straightforward. "When I was about to go out, there was a man at the door," Colleen had said. "He told me he had a flower delivery for you, and I took it."