Three years later, at Larkhaven International Airport, Serena stood at the security checkpoint, dragging a small suitcase behind her.
She wore a cream-colored trench coat, her long hair neatly tied up, light makeup accentuating her calm and graceful demeanor.
Over the past three years, her flower shop had flourished. She had opened two branches and even started an online business. Her life was busy, fulfilling, and steady.
Occasionally, she still thought of Julian, of the past ten years, but those memories no longer caused pain. They were like an old movie she had watched many times, flickering briefly in her mind.
She knew Julian was still in Larkhaven. His café remained open, right across from her first flower shop.
Sometimes, when she visited her shop, she would see him sitting in
