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cross the grocery
store I watched through narrowed eyes as Hannah spent minutes looking at each bouquet of flowers, one at a time. Curiosity raged through my veins, but I hung back to absently sift through apples and oranges I wasn’t going to buy.
There was no way she was buying flowers for James, so who? Hannah wore her usual, happy smile, but there was something different about it; it was brighter, excited, and she showed off her straight, white teeth with it. I’d seen her a lot lately, and she never glowed so much.
“I’m not going to get any answers creeping on her…” Muttering to myself, I adjusted my grip on my basket to stride over to the florist’s section. So enwrapped in what she was doing, Hannah didn’t notice me until I tapped on her shoulder. Her entire body jolted in
