RHYS’ POV
I bought sunflowers yesterday.
Stood in the store for ten minutes staring at buckets of them. Different heights. Different stages of bloom. No idea which ones were right because I've never bought flowers for anyone in my life. My mother left before I was old enough to learn what kind she liked. My father thinks flowers are a waste of money. The sum total of my floral experience was a gas station bouquet I grabbed for a girl in tenth grade who dumped me three days later.
I texted Sienna.
Me: What flowers does Naomi's dad like.
Sienna: Sunflowers. And the fact that you asked just made me cry in a Walgreens.
Sunflowers. Bought the ones with petals that curled at the edges because they looked less perfect than the others and something told me that mattered.
They sat in a glass
