Abbotsford, Canada
2018
“They are not going to let go of one another any time soon,” Cara sigh, keeping a stream of light from the hall shining on the sleep twins in bed. She’d fed them, bathed them, and comforted them until they’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms.
Rex stood by her side, measuring her from head to toe, as though he were dreaming. In the back of his mind, he’d always wondered if his mother, after hearing the name Cattleya Trianae, was the infamous drug lord. Doubts would course his mind on the subject but throughout his years without her, he clung to the idea using clues from his past. The secrets phone calls. Her privacy about the flower shop. The drugs he once found there. And tales of the Cattleya Trianae being the flower of her beloved home, Colombia. To realize hi
