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.

...

traditional and modern designs, each standing alone, simple, yet full of character. After they passed through a grove of

Roseanne tightened her grip on the seatbelt, eyeing the flowers at her feet, suddenly

sensed her hesitation.

lip. "I think I'll wait a

man glanced at her,

appreciated his silence. After taking a few deep breaths,

The flowers by the fence, probably neglected due to the owner's illness, looked wilted. Even before stepping inside, Roseanne could hear Madeleine's voice, causing her heart to flutter. She

Owen greeted, "Ms. Payne."

issue of a biology journal magazine and

stepped forward to assist her. "Just checking on you. How have

She patted his hand. "You're too kind. I'm perfectly fine!" Owen paused. "I brought someone else with me

"Who?" Madeleine looked puzzled.

doorway, head bowed like

a few steps forward before the initial shock and a hint of joy turned into complexity and deliberate coldness. "What are you doing here?"