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SENNA
“You can leave it over there.”
The receptionist sets the bouquet of roses on my desk. I scan the flowers briefly. Velvety, dark red roses. Sometimes they’re white or pink or yellow.
It’s been the tenth day now. They always come in pairs. One bouquet delivered to my office, and the other one to my home.
His handwritten notes always accompany them.
I’ll stop sendingflowers if you agree to meet with me.
Jaden.
I throwthe card into the garbage.
“Harper?”
Her chair scrapes the floor across the hallway before her silhouette fills my doorway.
She walks in. I motion to the flowers.
“For you.”
A blush spreads across her cheeks.
“I can’t take them home anymore.”
“Why?”
“Abel started questioning me about them.”
I lift my eyebrows, smiling.
“He did?”
“Yes. And by the way, he thinks you’re wrong.”
“About what?”
“He says you should at least give him a chance,” she murmurs, pointing at the roses.
“What is he talking about?”
“He says he knows who’s sending them, and he also happens to believe a man who is that persistent deserves a second chance.”
I lean back in my chair, throwing her a vacant stare.
“I think he has a point,” she says, holding my gaze.
I let out a long breath.
It feels as if my soul leaves my chest.
“I’m afraid there’s more to the story than you two know.”
“Is there?”