My jaw drops, and my eyes widen in shock as I glance between Shawn and Rosa, unable to form a single coherent word. I see the concern mirrored in both of their eyes as I stare at the object in Rosa's hands.

“W-where did you get this?” I stutter, turning fully to Rosa, desperate for an explanation.

“Mr. West stopped by and said I should give it to you,” she replies.

“Oh? That’s... thoughtful of him,” I manage to say, reaching out as she hands me the flower.

It’s the exact flower Logan ordered at the shop. The scent is unmistakable—so strong, I thought it had followed me home from...