Lira's eyes widened, her breath catching.

“What is it? What's wrong?” she asked urgently, stepping closer.

I held up my finger, the fine granules glinting oddly in the dim light.

“This isn't the fertilizer we ordered,” I said slowly, voice tight. “The color... it's off. And look, these crystals are too uniform. And this smells similar to bleach or something like that.”

Her face paled. “But... I signed for the delivery myself. It came with the correct label! For goddesses sake, Luna … I didn’t added something dangerous to the fertilizer.”

“Someone may deliberately switched it,” I whispered, dread coiling in my chest. “Or forged it.“

“Luna... what about all...