The three of them walked back together, tension gathering with each step. At the edge of her garden, Rose paused. The daisy bushes looked exactly as they had before—flattened, broken, undisturbed since the day prior. Nothing about the scene screamed danger. Yet every nerve in her body tightened.
The couple lingered behind her as she knelt near the hedges, inspecting the area slowly. At first, everything looked normal. But then she reached out and tugged gently on a patch of thick greenery—and the entire section peeled away in her hand. Her eyes widened. These weren’t real plants.