Sophia’s POV

My vision blurs, but the first things I see are my roses for today, already in a glass vase, all thanks to Ava.

My precious Alexander.

A smile is pushed on my lips despite the ache I feel all over. I stretch a hand to my bedside table, feeling for my glasses. My hand touches it, and I slowly put it on.

I curve into a ball under the sheets and just stare at the roses as my mind travels to him. Today, they’re pink, just like the ones I sent to him. Yesterday, they were white. The ...