Samantha's P. O. V

The early morning sun was beating down on my head, sweat dripping down my face as I tended to the flowers. I tried to focus on the work at hand, but I couldn't bring myself to do it properly.

I remembered why I hated gardening in the first place. It was such an exhausting task, and for what? So some pretty flowers could be admired by others.

I was suffering a lot out here, and I couldn't help but wonder how I had managed to last this long. I glanced over at Ryan, who was ...