My collection of plants lined the sill, silhouetted against the moonlight. They just need a little love and attention to thrive. I’d been watering and taking care of them religiously since Stella left. She loved those plants. But no matter how much care I gave them, they still looked sad and droopy, like they knew their usual caregiver was gone and was never coming back. “I know,” I said. I couldn’t believe I’d sunk to conversing with plants, but here we were. “I miss her too.”
