Cora
The hospital’s sterile halls and beeping monitors had worn me down, but at least they were full of life and movement. I still had yet to pick up Riley from Rock’s place, and so when I returned home to my empty house, the halls around me were eerily silent. I shut the door behind me and sighed deeply into the empty space.
Then I saw them: roses.
Not just any roses, but dusky pink ones, carefully arranged in a crystal vase sitting on my kitchen table, sunlight spilling through the window and catching on their pretty petals. I froze.
There was a card, elegant and tucked in among the bursts of pink. I walked over, caught somewhere between suspicion and something softer. I pulled the card free and read the handwriting inside.
“For your strength, for your heart. Rest well and recov
