No card. No name. Just polished wrapping and a white ribbon tied too neatly. It hadn’t been stacked with the others. It had been placed. Emma reached for it. “Miss?” the usher said quietly, stepping forward. “Is everything all right?”
“Who brought this?” Emma asked. The usher frowned. “I—I don’t recall, honestly. It wasn’t handed to me with the others.” Footsteps approached behind her. Vincent. Daniel. “That’s mine,” Daniel said quickly. Too quickly. “Just… something I didn’t want mixed in.” Emma turned.