Olivia

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Who was this mystery man and how did he know about my father’s favorite flowers? I was too stunned to speak, so I was at a loss for words.

David, on the other hand, wasn’t too stunned to ask questions. “Who are you and why are you bringing flowers to my father’s grave?” He demanded, his gaze piercing as he assessed the stranger.

The man opened his mouth to speak but abruptly stopped, as though he was unsure how to respond. He placed the flowers beside ours, then ...