Chapter 42

Lynx was alone when I came to the park the next day, hand tucked in her jeans pocket, expression inscrutable as she hawked-watched couples walking on the grass. "Where's grandma?" I asked, coming beside her. The expectation was they'd both be here like last time. I handed Lynx the flowers I bought. The florist said that carnations, orchids, and hyacinths were the best variety for apology, so I made sure to get a couple of them for grandma. The combination turned out strikingly vibrant because...