Christian's POV

I had spent the entire day thinking about her. About us. The argument, the misunderstanding, the distance that had grown between us. And I knew, with every fiber of my being, that I needed to fix it. I couldn't let this rift deepen. I loved Hannah too much to let her slip away.

I stood outside the flower shop, staring at the bouquet in my hands. Roses, her favorite. I thought they might help soften the blow.

Hannah hadn't responded to any of my calls. ...