Chapter 415 Heart’s Voice
- “Alright!” The driver fired up the car, heading to the nearest flower shop with the streets of Aldovia etched in his mind.
- All the way there, Timothy Lavette stayed quiet. Cab drivers love to chat—old habit—but he’d run into a brick wall today. He couldn’t hold it in. “Hey, man, hitting a flower shop—buying flowers for your girl?”
- Timothy glanced at him, shook his head, and said nothing.