Chapter 17The flowers. It was the flowers that caught her attention the most.
Felicity had taken Dakota’s advice and grabbed her sneakers so she could head outdoors. She was still in jeans and a t-shirt, hardly athletic wear, but it felt perfect. It was her uniform, something she’d donned since her high school days; jeans and t-shirt made her feel whole, made her feel better. Whenever she went for a job interview or presented at a conference, she’d dress up in professional gear, often the same blouses she’d wear when she’d taught classes but with an added jacket or blazer. Though her wardrobe had always been less fancy than most in her department, and she avoided most impractical outfits and heels, she still never felt like herself at these events. Whenever she taught in jeans and a t-shi
