Ava accepted the bouquet with trembling fingers. The sizable assortment of bright, fresh flowers was easily the brightest thing in her room, now. She stuck her nose in it and breathed in, an array of scents, ranging from sharp to subtle, filling her nostrils.
Ava felt Mia perk up from her internal slumber, as they were both barraged with memories of running through fields at the peak of springtime. The recollection held the bitter bite of melancholy, but they were sweet all the same.
“I’ll have to thank him for this. It was a sweet gesture,” she breathed.
“You’ll never be able to if you don’t get going,” Bren made a gimme gesture toward the bouquet, placing it in a prime spot on Ava’s dresser before shooing her out the door. “Have fun! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”
Ava chuckled as
