The day he’d moved in, Eva had sent Shane five huge dracaena plants from IKEA. “For your protection,” the note said. Shane had no idea what this meant, but he watered those plants religiously. He even faced them toward the sun, to optimize the photosynthesis. But one by one, like clockwork, they died. Shane didn’t have the heart to throw them out, though. They were from her. He did notice a funny thing, though. He was surrounded by deceased flora—but he felt better than ever.
