Theo tapped his fingers against the steering wheel of his Jeep and glared at the two-story brick house across the street. He hadn’t been home in six years, but little had changed. There were still moss-covered oak trees on opposite sides of the yard. Mulch-lined walkways were adorned with various flowers his mother planted every year. But the item that reminded him the most of home were the row of camellia bushes lining the porch.
His mother took pride in her bushes. They were a gift from his paternal grandmother after she and his father were married. She’d told him the story many times over the years about how the bushes were all part of an original bush owned by his great-great-grandmother. It was her love of the camellia that led her to start her own floral shop. It had been in the fam
