“I told Benny I would wait when she said you left for the election show-up. I’ve been waiting for the past three hours.” Zayne said to me, standing there with a red bouquet in his hand and a look that showed soberness. “For you.”

Benny- our butler, passed just then. She threw a small smile our way, then went inside.

I thought I missed Zayne. Heck, I thought about him throughout yesterday, wondering if that was the end of us because he hadn’t reached out after he left me at ...