Chapter 183: We're Closed

I sit there for what feels like hours or days as I try to work out how I can put this right. I'd like to pretend I have a moment of unbelievable inspiration but in truth, I almost give up countless times, and it's only when I remember that I haven't contacted my mother all week that I have an idea.

It's not even related to my current situation with Clara. It's about my mum. I walk around the block to the closest florists. It's just a bit before nine, and there is a closed sign on the door, but I can see someone working just inside. She is building a beautiful display of wildflowers.

I bang loudly on the glass. The girl inside jumps in shock. Her eyes are large, possibly from fear. She unlocks the door and pulls it open just a slice.

"Sorry sir. We're closed."

"I know, but I need a favour."

"As I said we're closed."

She's politely awkward. She's probably scared I'm a serial killer or something. I quickly try to pacify her concern with a cheeky grin.