What Blooms From Burned Love
Started to chill a little.
Today was Julie's discharge day. On the way out of the hospital, Bruce grabbed a bouquet from a florist.
Julie grinned, reaching for the bouquet. "More roses? You're seriously still this sweet?"
Bruce shifted it away. "They're not for you. Suri loves white roses. Haven't seen her in days. She might be upset... thought these might help."
Julie's hand hung there, then dropped like dead weight.
She pressed her lips tight, eyes flickering with something ugly. "Figures. She's a woman too—gotta keep her feelings in check, right?"
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