Kelly

The moment I stepped into my office, the sight of a vibrant bouquet of flowers on my desk made me pause. My heart raced, the instant rush of anxiety creeped over me. Flowers? From who? Not again.  I wasn’t expecting this.

I approached the bouquet cautiously, scanning for a note. My fingers brushed against the card kept underneath, and I slid it out, unfolding it with a face of curiosity and anxiety.

“Welcome back, Ma’am. You’ve been missed. Love, Clara.”

A wave of relief and warmth spread through me as I recognized her handwriting. Clara….of course. Only she would think of something so thoughtful. I smiled, gently caressing the...