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What the hell was going on? Who could this be? I sat on my couch and scrolled through my phone, stopping at one name. Tony. If this is his way of trying to get back together, it was an epic fail. Before I could chicken out I hit Call.

It rang a couple of times, and then Tony’s familiar voice answered. “Hello, Matt?”

“Tony.”

“You called me.” He sighed. “Why do you sound pissed?”

I glanced at my deliveries. “Have you been sending me gifts?”

“When?”

“I don’t know, like the last month or so?”

He snorted. “We broke up, Matt. Why would I send you shit?”

I rolled my eyes. “I guess that’s true; you didn’t send me anything even when we were together.”

“I’m not doing this. You’re the one who lied to me in our relationship. I should be pissed, but I just don’t care anymore.”

“I never lied.”

“An omission is still a lie.”

I squeezed my phone, wanting so much to toss it against the wall. “All that should have mattered to you, Tony, was that I was with you and didn’t want to be with anyone else.”

He huffed. “How could I want to be with you anymore, knowing where your mouth had been and what you allowed to stuff your hole?”

I was done. I disconnected the call. No way was Tony making grand gestures to reconnect. He was still an asshole, and it appeared to be terminal.

I got up, grabbed the “gifts,” and brought them to my room, I left the flowers in the kitchen. Part of me wanted to toss them because something in a small part of my mind was screaming that this was creepy. Instead I opened the large treasure chest at the bottom of my bed and placed the gifts in there.

The flowers would die, and I couldn’t bring myself to throw them away. It wasn’t the flowers’ fault that some weirdo had bought them for me.

Ugh, was it a weirdo?He had pictures of you, Matt.Yeah…weirdo.

I pulled my phone from my pocket and called Darnell. When he picked up, I immediately went into a rant about the gifts and calling Tony and not knowing what to do.

“Damn, Matt. Yeah, I’d have never thought Tony. What made you go there?”

“Who the hell else knows I love apple pie smells and that Almond Joy is my favorite? And red looks real good on me.”

Darnell chuckled. “I know those things, and Trinity. Probably, anyone who’s spent like any time with you.”

“Oh, my God. Do you think Trin is doing this?”

“Does it seem like their style?”

I bit my lip and thought. “Honestly, nobody I know would do this, I don’t think.”

“Could it be some random person who is too nervous to talk to you?”

I plopped onto my couch and rested my head on the back. “Then if they wanted me to know them, why not sign the card, leave a number? They’ve accomplished nothing.”

Darnell hummed. “They accomplished you obsessing over it, and in a way, over them.”

“You’re right.”

“Of course I am. So what are you doing tomorrow?”

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