Xander? How?" I asked, tears welling in my eyes.

"I asked Zach for help," he replied simply.

Suddenly, I rushed into his arms, unable to hold back the sobs that escaped me.

His familiar scent and the solid strength of his embrace felt like home. "Thank you for doing this for me. It means so much," I murmured into his chest, my words muffled against his warmth.

"It's alright now. Look—flowers," he said gently.

I pulled back and turned to see a bouquet of red roses placed delicately by the corner.

My breath hitched. "How did you know? These were my mom's favorite flowers."

"I just know," he said softly,...