Chapter ThirteenHarley
Harley checked her phone for the fifth time in the last ten minutes. A lump formed in her chest when she saw there were no new text messages from Lily. Where was she? They had plans.
When she had messaged Lily late this morning, after running out to find all the flowers she thought they might be able to use, Lily said she was busy. She didn’t tell Harley what she was busy doing, and over the past week, that had proved to be nothing new.
Harley glanced over the dining room table where she had laid out various small flowers. There were snacks prepared and waiting on the counter: crackers, cheese, and empty glasses waiting to be filled with wine. She had asked Lily to bring some cookies, since Lily always seemed to have a batch of freshly baked cookies lying around.
