RENEE

"Wait, what?" I blurted out too quickly, my gaze sweeping through the room as I stared at the man in front of me.

A wave of déjà vu washed over me as I remembered the last time a delivery man brought me something in Miami. I peered out of the rickety apartment's hallway to see if any of my neighbors were nearby, but the corridor was empty.

Trying to maintain my calm, I gently inquired, "Are you looking for Miss Renee or someone else? You must have knocked on the wrong door and..." ...