Chapter 18 THE FLOWERS THAT NEVER FADED

The rain fell softly over the city. It was the kind of quiet morning that carried memories. James stood in front of a flower shop. Without saying a word, he picked a bouquet of fresh white lilies.

The florist smiled. "The usual?"

James nodded. "Yes."

As he paid, the elderly florist smiled warmly.

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