I reached for the door, and a young man greeted me calmly.
"Good morning ma'am. I have a delivery for Bella Sinclair."
"That's me," I responded, looking down at the huge gift box that sat on the floor.
He directed me to where I would sign to collect my package. A frown settled on my face when I asked who the sender was and discovered that it was Fred.
"Bloody idiot," I muttered as I tore open the wrap after the delivery guy left. The contents revealed a rose bouquet and a box of chocolate.
I hissed. I knew Fred's kind. They were the type to offend a woman in a terrible manner and try to manipulate and buy their way back into her life even if it involved playing the victim and gaslighting her.
Beside it, I read his note. Hey babe. I'm really sorry about my actions. I was just a bit tipsy and upset. You shouldn't have treated me like that though. I'm sorry.
Fred.
