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~Dylan’s POV
I drove away from the school with my heart beating hard, but not from anger anymore. It felt like something else now. Like fate had shifted, just a little, in my favor. I kept thinking about the principal’s words, about Velma’s son being in the same class as mine, about how close she suddenly was again. God had a strange way of doing things. I smiled to myself, gripping the steering wheel tighter.
“She’s closer,” I murmured. “You’re bringing her closer to me.”
The traffic light ahead turned red, and I slowed down, stopping behind a long line of cars. That was when I noticed the flower shop on the corner. It was small but bright, with glass windows filled with colors, roses, and lilies, and soft white flowers I did not know the names of. I stared at it for a few seconds,
