Greg’s sister hadn’t even opened the door fully after he’d knocked on her apartment door, and the silent message that he wasn’t welcome hadn’t gone unnoticed.
“I don’t know if she wants to see you,” Charlotte told her brother quietly.
Greg swallowed. The words were so similar to what Greg had said to Lara’s mother the previous day before everything went to hell.
“Did you give her the flowers?” he asked hoarsely.
Charlotte’s expression went from unsure to sympathetic. “I did.”
“Did she throw them away?” Greg asked, hoping his strained laughter would cover just how worried he was that Lara had done exactly that.
Charlotte shook her head and gave him a minute smile. “After she read the note, she took them to her bedroom.”
Hope fluttered in Greg’s chest. “Will you just let her kn
