Abby
I step out of Damon’s office with the yellow flower still pressed between my fingers. There is a bittersweet smile on my face, but not for the reasons that Damon seems to believe. After all, I’m not really smiling because a handsome prince has just given me a flower.
Rather, I’m smiling to keep the tears at bay—because the daffodils just remind me of Karl.
As I wander down the hallway, I stare down at the yellow petals and let out a small sigh. It’s almost poetic, really: the last vestige of my love for Karl in one hand—the flower—and a pregnancy test in the other hand.
Maybe something is budding inside of me, too. And if it is, then there’s another vestige of my love for Karl.
A baby.
But I still can’t bring myself to believe that I am, indeed, pregnant. Afte
