roses sat near the cooler.
My assistant was already organizing deliveries.
Every part of me wanted to say no.
A few hours later, I was arranging flowers at a reception venue I’d never worked at before when I saw a familiar woman near the entrance.
Colleen.
For a second, I thought grief was playing another trick on me.
Then she turned slightly.
It was definitely her.
I almost called out to her.
Then she saw me.
Her expression shifted from neither sadness nor surprise into something resembling fear.
She immediately turned away and disappeared down a side hallway.
That was strange.
Colleen and I hadn’t spoken much since Adrian died, but why would she hide from me?
I followed her.
“Colleen?”
She stopped.
For a second, she just stared at me.
“Meredith?”
“What exactly are you doing here right now?”
She looked nervous.
“I could ask you the same thing.”
