Chapter 21

The florist adjusted his spectacles, his eyes darting between the lush monstera and the woman standing before him. "Seventy dollars," he said, tapping the terracotta rim. "It's a specimen plant. Rare for this size." Chloe didn't blink. She reached out, gently smoothing a leaf that had a minor tear at the edge. "The variegation on this side is fading, and that split isn't clean. Fifty dollars, and I'll take two of the smaller ferns off your hands as well." The man hesitated, looking at her...