Carrigan

I set my phone down on the coffee table, not taking my eyes off the black roses. I mean, it would have been funny had he been teasing me. But he wasn’t teasing, and I knew that. Sitting in front of me were the roses I’d gotten, and they seemed to mock me.

I didn’t know who sent them.

Was it wrong to assume that maybe Royce had been lying about the roses? I didn’t peg him as a liar or someone who wanted to mess with me. ...