Mistie Obreza

Roses are red, violets are blue. or so we thought. Colors shift. Meanings twist. Even beauty can lie. Sophia never questions the roses that begin appearing in quiet, delicate shades - Each one feels like a message wrapped in petals, a small comfort she doesn't dare look at too closely . But then a deeper shade of rose appears . that doesn't feel like the others. She tells herself:"It's nothing""She's imagining it.""She's safe."But can someone really know her routine and sneak into her life without her knowledge?Roses keep coming, but who are they from?An admirer?A Stalker?Or someone who is dangerous enough to be both?