When I woke up the next day, there were two flowers on the head of my bed. A white rose and a poppy. There is still crystal-clear water on the petals. Two flowers intertwined, the petals in full bloom as if smiling at me.

Daley's not with me. I can't even remember when he left. I was tired last night. I woke up feeling as if I were drunk and my head was still in a daze.

Rita brought me breakfast. She came into the room with a dark and silent face. She put the breakfast tray on the table and turned away. I don't understand why she is so...