Yuri's POV

The soft scent of sweet pea flowers filled the air, stirring me from my half-asleep state. My eyes squinted against the morning light, and a small smile crept onto my lips. There was a note attached to the flowers. It read simply, “Sorry.” Below it, Mac’s name on it.

I shook my head in disbelief, a quiet chuckle escaping me. Mac, the brash, hotheaded guy who always seemed competitive and fiery, had never struck me as someone who cared much for gestures like this. For as ...