Everyone chuckled, and we moved on. I completely forgot about it until that evening when I found a takeout bag from Thai Basil, my favorite restaurant, sitting outside my apartment door.
Inside was pad thai made exactly how I liked it, plus spring rolls and mango sticky rice.
No name. No explanation.
I immediately texted my best friend, Sarah. “Thank you so much for the Thai food!
You’re the best.”
Her response came instantly. “What Thai food? I didn’t send you anything.”
A flutter of unease moved through my stomach, but I brushed it off.
I thought someone was just being kind.
The following week, my car died in the office parking garage. I stopped by my cubicle neighbor Emily’s desk on my way back inside.
“Hey Em, my car just died,” I sighed. “I need to call a tow truck.”
“Oh no! Do you need a ride later?”Continue reading…
