“Oh no, no,” I was quick to say. “I just need to reconcile our records. Do you keep receipts for all of the flowers we ordered?”

“Yes ma’am. We keep records back for years now that everything is digital.”

“Great. So can you tell me the names of the people we sent flowers to this month?”

“Sure. It’s not confidential since you’re the ones who sent the flowers.” He laughed as if that was the funniest thing he’d ever said. I chuckled only to keep my heart from pounding its way out of my chest.

“Okay, let’s see what we have here. It seems you ordered five arrangements this month.”

That was what we ordered, but I said, “Five. Are you sure?”

“Yes. To a Tory Blunt.”

That was one of the young girls who’d fallen off a swing at school.

He said, “Those were sent to Children’s hospital.”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“Then,” he said, “one was sent to Beatrice Hayden.”

Mother Hayden. “Yes, I actually picked those up myself and took them to her....” My voice trailed off because this was so stupid. Flowers were too obvious, I needed to start with the restaurants.

“And a bouquet, oh, a big one was sent to Katrina Brunson.”

My heart stopped. Or maybe it wasn’t my heart. Maybe it was time altogether. Because I felt like I was frozen in the moment.

“K....” I had to pause to inhale more oxygen. “Brunson. That one. That’s not familiar,” I said, sounding like I was breathing through my nose.

“Really?” I heard his concern. “I’m so sorry, First Lady. Is there anything we can do? You can call up the credit card company and report it as fraud.”

“Oh, no, I don’t think I’ll have to do that,” I said, feeling bad I’d told all these lies. “You know what. Can you just give me the address it was delivered to? Then, I can reconcile it with our records and see....”

“Sure,” he said and began reading off the number and the street. I jotted down the address on 4th Street in Southeast. “Thank you again, Elliott.”

“Wait, do you want the other names?”

“No, I think I’ll start here and if I need any more information, I’ll let you know.”

“Okay, I’ll see you Sunday and I hope we get this all worked out.”

When I hung up, I had to force myself to breathe. Inhale. Exhale. Repeat.

I had a name. I had a telephone number...and now, I had an address.

Oh, and I had one more thing.

Katrina.

At least, Jeremy wasn’t screwing a man.

I exhaled.

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

I was really sitting here. In my car, in front of this townhouse on 4th Street in Southeast. Sitting here, like I was a common stalker.