“Adrian, please… stop coming here.”

Rosemary’s voice trembled as she stood by the door of her boutique. Her posture was straight, but her eyes betrayed the exhaustion buried deep within her. In her hand, she still held a small pair of scissors and a measuring tape — clear signs she had just finished a client’s order.

Adrian stood in front of her, holding a box of food and a bouquet of white lilies — her favorite flowers.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re eating properly,” he said softly. “I know you’ve been busy, and I figured you probably haven’t—”

“Adrian!” she cut him off sharply. “Do you really think...