Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Roseanne led the way, with Owen trailing a step behind. She seemed to have become her usual self, contrasting the previous night's unease. Owen pulled up the car, and Roseanne slid into the passenger seat. They were driving when they passed a local flower store.

Suddenly, Roseanne opened her mouth. "Could we stop for a moment, just two minutes? I want to pick up some flowers."

"Flowers?"

Roseanne nodded. "Yeah, for Ms. Payne."

Owen gripped the steering wheel, puzzled. "Is that necessary?"

Roseanne was stunned, then chuckled. "Do you always show up empty-handed when you visit someone?"

Owen nodded earnestly.

Roseanne gave him a thumbs-up, amused, thinking, "So this is how the big shots do it, huh?"

But still, the man pulled over.

...

on Maple Avenue, not far from Kingswell University. The neighborhood had cozy bungalows, a blend of traditional and modern designs, each standing alone, simple, yet full of character. After they passed through a grove of maple trees, the house

tightened her grip on the seatbelt, eyeing the flowers at her

hesitation. "Aren't you coming

"I

man glanced at her, then nodded. "I'll go

breaths,

the yard, a gentle fragrance of flowers greeted her. The flowers by the fence, probably neglected due to

Owen greeted, "Ms. Payne."

latest issue of a biology journal magazine and adjusted her reading glasses. "Eh? Owen? What brings you

her. "Just checking

ailment. There's no need for everyone to fuss over me like this." She patted his hand.

"Who?" Madeleine looked puzzled.

Roseanne appeared in the doorway, head bowed like a child who had

forward before the initial shock and a hint of joy turned into complexity