I walked out of the hospital.
The snow had stopped
Sunlight broke through the clouds and spilled across the snow, reflecting a harsh white glare.
I took a deep breath of the cold air.
Everything was over.
Whether it was Julian or Evan, they were both part of the past now.
I wrapped my coat tighter around myself, stepped through the snow, and headed back toward my flower shop
When I went inside, the bell above the door gave a clear, crisp ring.
I took off my coat and hung it on the rack.
Then I made myself a cup of hot coffee.
Across the street outside the window, the landlord was putting up a For Rent sign on the house Evan had once rented.
Every trace that man had left behind would soon be buried beneath a fresh snowfall.
I sat behind the counter, picked up my scissors, and went back to trimming stems.
The television was playing international news.
A financial channel was reporting on the breakup of Holt Group and the massive donation of its assets
No one knew the story behind it.
No one knew about the blood–soaked past that had led to it.
I took a sip of coffee.
It was warm, sliding down my throat into my stomach and driving away the winter chill
It felt comforting
I looked at the lily in my hand.
Its petals were pure white, flawless
A customer walked in from outside
Chapter 10
She was a young girl with bright eyes.
“Do you have any sunflowers?”
I stood up and smiled into the sunlight.
“‘Yes.‘
They just came in. They’re very fresh.”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
