Chapter 69 69

It’s terrifying, this grenade of a feeling blooming in my chest—a kaleidoscope shrapnel of what if. What if it grows, a rose in this garden I thought was dead? What if it blossoms? What if we let it?

I gaze up at the man who taught me all of that. “I’d say it’s showing signs of life.”

His smile me...

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