Emma pushed through the office door, laughing at something Jake said, and came to a sudden stop. On her desk was the biggest bunch of flowers she had ever seen outside a funeral home. Jake bumped into her from behind.

“What the hell, Emma?” he said, skirting around her immobile body. “What is that?”

They stood in the doorway staring at the flowers as if they were going to come alive and perform a song for them or maybe attack them.

“I don’t know,” she said, ...