DUNCAN
During the days when we weren't talking, I wanted to buy her the richest bouquets. However, from my balcony, I spotted her in the garden, sweating and toiling until evening. She carefully placed the apology flowers my father had brought for her back into the soil. She doesn't like seeing them picked from their roots. But unbeknownst to her, they weren't going to grow back because they were dead.
Not to deprive her of her innocent hopes, I ensured my team found a lively replacement, exactly the same, and left it there for her. She'd return daily to water what she thought she planted, bringing more bouquets my father would bring each day. Unaware that he wasn't charming her—he was stressing her, and she was too scared to tell.
Eventually, I put a stop to it. I made sure that Bits
