Nora's POV

“Who sent you?” I asked after the third delivery of flowers, my heart racing with fear.

“I have no idea.” The delivery guy gave the usual response as the others did, placed the flowers on my bed and walked away.

My heart jumped with fear as I watched him leave, wondering who on earth was playing a silly game with me. If the person didn't want to show himself or herself, they should stop rattling me.

It was days after I got the first flower delivery and I had been getting ...