Chapter 67 Flowers

The rain had stopped, but the weight in Nico’s chest hadn’t. His steps were quiet as he entered the small flower shop at the corner of Ashland Street. He didn’t know what he was doing there at first—he just stood in front of the roses like they meant something. Maybe they did. He picked a bunch of white lilies, something Lydia had once said reminded her of calm mornings and silence. That was what he wanted now—silence. Not the kind that suffocated him. The kind that held him.