These are not the only flowers I received that day, and certainly not the only ones I would receive all week. Friends and families would send me flowers periodically as the days went by, except for Eliott. His flowers arrived every day at the same time with the same handwritten note.
The house was so full of flowers that I was starting to have to put some of them outside so the overwhelming smells wouldn’t give me a headache. I got so used to getting Eliott’s flowers every day that one day I walked to the door and opened it and was surprised to not see anything on the doorstep.
Shutting the door, I made my way back to the kitchen to resume drinking my coffee. Just as I brought the cup to my lips there was a knock at the door. Giddy, I set down my mug and made a beeline for the door. I o
