Tobin’s flower arrangement took up most of the kitchen table.

Kyle looked at the note in his sister’s hand.

“He may have a good choice in flowers,” he said, tilting his head towards Aurelie. “But he certainly has work to do on his relationship skills.”

“What would you like us to do with these?” Aurelie’s mother asked, gently touching the evergreen branches.

With a sigh, Aurelie looked at the flowers and slowly shook her head. “Just keep them, I ...