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Blair reread the letter more times than she could count. Several questions raced through her mind, but none of them had immediate answers. She walked quickly to the intercom, the letter still in her hands. Her heart was racing, her palms were sweating, and anxiety was slowly creeping to the surface. Blair called the front desk, and it wasn't long before she got through.

- "Hi, I'm Blair Collins. I just got home and saw someone left a package for me. They're flowers. I'd like to know who sent them." She didn't wait until the girl on the other end of the line finished her professional catchphrase.

- "Miss Collins, could you tell me the apartment code, please?"

- "126"

- "Well, I'm afraid no package has come through reception, not for this apartment. Perhaps someone with access to the apartment has given it to you as a gift," the receptionist suggested.

- "Are... are you sure?"

- "Yes, Miss Collins."

Blair turned to the arrangement again, wondering who could have placed it in her home. T
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