CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Fourteen Years Ago
Jovanna stared at the flowers that seemed to represent every color one could imagine. Vibrant reds, oranges, blues, and purples that came in all sizes and oddly beautiful shapes. The flower shop was one of her favorite places to visit in the market.
She never bought any of them, though her father would bring them to her mother sometimes, usually after they had argued about something. As she walked around the shop, she noticed a flower she hadn’t seen before. It was tall and bright yellow.
“What is this one?” she asked the lady who owned the shop.
The owner came around the desk she was standing behind to take a look. “Ah,” she said with a smile. “That’s a day lily.”
“I’ve never seen one before. Did you just get it?”
“Yes, it arrived today. They don’
