Chapter 311 Ch Three Hundred And Eleven

• Jasmine sat behind the counter of her flower shop, the late morning sun spilling through the glass windows in gentle streams.
• The air which was usually filled with the fragrance of flowers that had a way of soothing her nerves, did nothing to pull her from the suffocation in her heart at that moment.
• It had been hours since she had dropped Raine at school, and returned to the flower shop to start getting her hands busy with gardening.