[a knock on her door alerts shauna of the arrival of her gift. inside something much too similar to a woven baby's basket to be anything else is a white cloth, which covers a singular snapdragon plucked fresh from the gardens this morning. beneath it is a letter with her initials, and when opened she'll find a single message written in perfect cursive:
delivery.
β'π ππΆππΈπ½πΎπβ πβ΄π. ]