Skylar brought Reece to the garden, a wide stretch of private land.

Flowers grew in many spots. Most had wilted with the season, but the chrysanthemums were still bright and full.

The night was quiet. No one else was around. Lamps gave off a soft light, making the garden look calm and beautiful.

“This place is amazing,” Reece said. He couldn’t take his eyes off the chrysanthemums.

Right after he spoke, he felt warmth in his hand. Skylar had gently taken ...