Claire's POV:
Six months of advanced training passed in a fulfilling blur.
Two months later, my first Sunflower bakery opened.
All the employees in the shop were deaf and mute, and I had also learned sign language so I could communicate with them without barriers.
That day, I saw Robert again.
He stood not far away under a tree, holding a bouquet of sunflowers, his eyes red as he watched the shop.
He stayed there from sunrise to sunset, until the bakery closed for the day.
Uncle Quentin asked me if I wanted to drive him away. I refused. As long as he did not disturb me, I did not care.
When I turned off the shop lights and prepared to leave, Robert finally walked over.
He looked thinner than before, his entire presence wrapped in a cold, restrained silence.
He handed me the sunfl
