Rose

My lips curve up into a smile as a little girl waves back at me; holding onto her flower until she steps out of my flower shop with her mother. I look around—seeing that my workers are busy attending to the customers in here, bringing them the fresh new flowers that just arrived today.

I turn to look left on the counter at a picture of Elis and I; the same picture that we took four years ago. It has been long since what happened yet I still miss him every single day, no matter how.

Months after his death, his lawyer called; made an appointment with me, told...