Year of the Roses

Floral Season

Lysia's bedroom

Altsas

Lyza

Isla BUSTLES INTO MY ROOM with a frantic look on her face. Her sandals slapping noisily on the floor and the skirt of the dress flouncing.

"Lyza! Lyza!"

She runs to my bed. "Lyza you have to come now, Rosa asked me to call you. It's your father and Lud—"

"Lud?!" I jolt upright and push back the blankets. "What's going on, Isla?"

"I can't tell you, you have to come and see. Rosa ...