Katie
I couldn’t stop looking at the white rose that sat in a small glass jar on the kitchen counter. Every time my eyes landed on the flower, a warm flutter stirred in my chest. Frank had given it to me. The man who barely acknowledged my existence, who had hurt me with his words just a day ago, had left this simple but heartfelt gift.
I’d been on cloud nine since finding it. It was proof that he cared. Well, at least a little. Maybe Frank wasn’t good at expressing himself. Maybe he was too shy or too stubborn to say the words out loud. But the rose spoke for him. It told me that somewhere beneath his cold exterior, he still cared for my feelings.
I brushed my fingers lightly over one of the soft petals. A small smile instantly formed at my lips. “Maybe he’s just too reserved to apolog
