Chapter 70 I Never Remember The People I Don't Like
- That evening, Mattew came to pick Isla up from work at the studio. As usual, he brought her a small bouquet of pink roses.
- "Why the flowers all of a sudden?" Isla asked.
- The roses looked soft and delicate, the bouquet just the right size for Isla’s petite frame. She bent down and inhaled deeply. The fresh, crisp scent told her they’d just been picked.