ABIGAIL’S POV

I sat at my desk in my room, playing with the wildflowers from John. They reminded me of the meadows in spring and of being a kid running through them. There was something warm, nostalgic, and homey about them. It was like coming home after a long day of being away from my family. Like when I had walked in the door and dropped my suitcases. Safe and sound. I felt...well, safe.

I didn’t know the last time I could say that I felt that way. That I got to relax my ...