“Looks so good,” I hear him say as I head to my room in search of the perfect place for my flowers. I place them on my end table and stand back to admire them. Cole could never know that this is the first time any man has brought me flowers. It’s a simple gesture that shouldn’t affect me as much as it does. I push down my heart in my throat as I make my way back to Mabel and Cole. I head to the counter and serve myself a slice of lasagna.
