September Doves (Jackals and Vipers Duet #1)

by Emmerson Hoyt

“A marigold?” “I decided what it means to me,” I say, referring to his statement in the back of the truck. “It’s…” My words trail off under the intensity of his stare and the unnamed emotion etched into his face. What I don’t finish saying is that the tattoo is for my mom and for Jeremy. It’s to remind me that someone can experience life and death, joy and grief, and still be beautiful and bright. That, like the truck full of marigolds that overturned, I can find a new home and thrive. Like this little flower, I am strong.