Chapter 38 Thirty-eight

• ALEX’S POV
• We were both silent for a while as we got into my car. Flora looked down at her fingers. I knew she was fighting to keep the tears in check, which made me want to hold her and tell her it was alright to let go. Instead, I reached for a handkerchief in the glove compartment and handed it to her quietly.
• She took it and gave me a grateful look. “Thank you,” she murmured, dabbing at her eyes carefully.