Without further thought, I snap the vial in half. “Mike!” Dan laughs, surprised. “If you bought it for me, why’d you break it?”
I grin and toss the two halves of the tube into the creek. They’ll float away downstream to that mythical netherworld where everything winds up eventually, every lost object, every broken toy, even my swimming trunks that Ray stripped off and threw away in the creek behind Aunt Evie’s house all those summers ago. The rose is fragile in my clumsy fingers, so damn delicate that I’m sure I’llbe the one to break it, before Dan even takes it from me. But his hand covers mine, his touch is warm, and the rose fits snugly into the palm of his hand. I can feel that same warmth on my soul, cradling me, loving me. “I thought you might like it,” I whisper.
“I do,” he tells me.