Three years later, in a small Swiss border town."Mommy, look!"A curly-haired little boy of about three came running into my arms, holding up a wildflower.I crouched down, smiling, took the flower, and tucked it behind my ear."It's so pretty. Thank you, Andy."I kissed his forehead and spoke softly.Andy had survived. But what happened back then had left him fragile.For three years, he'd had to take medicine every day, and the slightest cold breeze would leave him coughing all night.But he was such a good boy. He never once cried or fussed when it was time for his medicine.I'd opened a flower shop in town. I spent my days trimming flowers and taking Andy to and from preschool, and life was quiet.As for Carlos, he was in the past. I could barely picture his face anymore.At three in the afternoon, it started to rain, and I hurried to bring the edelweiss in from outside.I'd just set down the pots when the wind chime over the door jingled."Sorry, we're closing early today."I pic
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