CELESTINE's P O V

A YEAR LATER

‘‘Are you enjoying the flowers?’’ Arnold inquired as he wrapped a blanket around my shoulders and began to cover me in it.

‘‘Please… I'm not cold!’’ I whimpered, but he responded by encircling me in his arms and planting a kiss on the crown of my head.

‘‘I'm scared that you'll feel cold…’’ he whispered into me, not letting me go even though I was struggling from his hold around me.

‘‘I'm not quite that feeble!’’ I snapped, reaching for my crutch stick, but Arnold stopped me by grabbing my hand.

‘‘Where are you going?’’

‘‘I'm hungry!’’ I exclaimed as I shoved him...