Chapter Seven
Sandra Morrison hummed under her breath while she arranged her freshly picked flowers in the vase. Lifting one of the flowers to her nose, she sniffed it to find out which one it was. The fragrant smell of a rose filled her nose.
Her hands moved over the flowers she had already placed in the vase to make sure they were where she wanted them before she carefully added the rose. She loved the scent of fresh flowers.
Picking up the vase, she carefully walked along the path leading to the front porch. In her mind, she counted the steps. On the count of fifteen, her foot hit the bottom step.
Instinctively, she reach out her hand and grasped the handrail with one hand while she cradled the vase against her with the other. She had to pause on the third step to sneeze when the sm
