CHAPTER 75: Regret Comes in Floral Form

“—I’m Liela. Brooks. With the flowers. Not with the flowers like I am a flower. I mean, I am holding them. For—” I gestured vaguely past her shoulder, immediately aware that I was unraveling in real time.

The staff member’s eyes flicked to the bouquet, then back to my face, her smile tightening jus...

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