Chapter 43

“My father gave my mother chrysanthemums every single week.” Archie sent a smile toward his parents.

“I know.” I finally took a step back—several, in fact.

“You bring them to her now…every week, just like he did.”

“Yes.”

“I didn’t know them. They loved each other?”

“From what I saw, it seems they did,” I said.

“Aunt Faye says they were more in love than any two people ever.”

“She would know.”

“I’m not sure about that, but I still believe her. I wanted these roses to lead you to your true love. They’re for you.” Archie started gathering them up. “Unless you’d rather have chrysanthemums or some other kind. It’s hard to find wildflowers in February.”

I tried to hold on to my patience, patience and resolve. “You shouldn’t have spent your money on flowers for me.”