~CELINE~
The morning air was cool against my skin as I knelt among the rose bushes, the dew still sticking to the petals like tiny diamonds.
It was barely past sunrise, and the garden was peaceful in a way that made my heart feel lighter.
This was my favorite time of day…when the world was quiet and I could pretend, just for a moment, that everything was simple.
I had been awake since four, unable to sleep after what happened in the storage room three nights ago. Every time I closed my eyes, I could feel Hunter's hands on me and could hear his voice whispering my name in the darkness.
The memory sent heat rushing through me even now, making my cheeks burn as I focused on pruning the climbing roses.
The white roses were my favorites. They reminded me of the wedding dress I had drea
