Stefan's pulse jumped.

He stared at the words, reading them again and again as something cold and sharp coiled in his stomach.

There was no name or signature and Stefan felt jealousy and anger rush to the surface. Thankful for you? Who the hell was this person and why were they so thankful for the mother of his child that they had to send her that? Was Alana dating someone? She'd told him that she wasn't. Had she lied to him?

His jaw tightened. He looked at the flowers again — the perfect ...