Karen’s POV
By the time I got home, everything felt… quiet again.
I closed the door gently behind me, leaning against it for a second as I let out a small breath. The kind you don’t realize you’ve been holding all day.
My eyes dropped to the flowers in my hand.
I smiled.
Walking slowly into my room, I placed them carefully on the table, adjusting them like they were something fragile… something important.
Because they were.
I sat on the edge of my bed, my fingers brushing lightly over the petals.
“They’re beautiful,” I whispered, even though no one was there to hear it.
I could still hear his voice in my head.
“Do you like them?”
I let out a soft laugh, shaking my head slightly.
“You’re unbelievable…”
The words came out quieter this time.
I leaned back slowly, pulling my legs
