Over the next few days, Joseph sent so many flowers, they covered every flat surface of my room with the exception of a narrow pathway I’d made across the floor.
This morning, the housekeeper grumbled as she tried to clean around all the vases. Her dustpan was full of dried-up flower petals.
The nutritionist had brought me breakfast again. After we went over my meal planning for the day, I asked, “Have you talked to Asher lately?”
“Every day I see you,” she said.
I nervously hooked my fingers together. “How is he?”
“He seems distracted,” she said. “And a bit closed off. Usually he doesn’t mind my chitchat. Lately, he hasn’t given me much to work with in terms of conversation.”
She laughed it off, but my heart cracked straight down the middle.
During cheer practice, I focused sing
