~Narrator's~

“You’ve got five minutes,” Leo mutters with his jaw tight and his voice laced with warning as he pushes the door open for Reo.

Reo doesn’t reply. He just steps inside, and he moves stiffly and quiet like someone walking into a place they don’t feel welcome in but have to be in.

Jennie sits half-upright in the hospital bed. The pale pink blanket around her makes her look more fragile than she probably wants. Her hair is messy and her face is pale, but her eyes snap alert the second she sees him.

He places a bouquet down. Sunflowers. Not roses or lilies—just sunflowers. They mean something, or...