Sienna's POV:
Early the next morning, just after the flower shop opened, Lance came in again, holding Xavier's hand.
This time, they did not mention asking me to come home.
Xavier did not call me Mom again either.
He clutched a crumpled hundred-dollar bill in his hand.
He stood on tiptoe, placed the money on the counter, and spoke in a flattering voice.
"Mo... hello, I'd like to buy some flowers."
The scissors in my hand stopped.
I looked at him without speaking.
Xavier lowered his head and did not dare look at me.
"C-can I?"
A forced smile appeared on Lance's haggard face.
"A shop has to have customers buying flowers, right..."
I pushed the hundred-dollar bill back.
"I'm not selling."
Xavier's eyes reddened, and tears immediately fell.
"Mom... please just take it... Even o
