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When Reese was finally brought back, the darkest part of the night had already faded.
Rupert stood by the window, rolling a limp cigarette between his fingers, lost in thought.
Chris watched him, worry etched across his face. "He's stable now. But you need to be more careful." “Yeah,”
Rupert replied, his voice flat. He kept his gaze low, thick lashes casting a shadow over his eyes.
A few moments later, Lester pushed open the door.
He checked on Reese first, then walked over to Rupert.
"Thanks," Lester said quietly.
Rupert didn't answer. He just stared at the floor.
Lester drew the curtains around Reese's bed, then cracked open the window to let in schilly fresh air. He
offered cigarettes to Rupert and Chris.
Rupert shook his head.
Chris picked up on the tension and excused himself. “I've got to get back to work. You guys talk."
Once Chris left, Lester stood by the window, lighting up. The cold air mixed with the smoke curling around him.
He looked at Rupert, voice icy. “Mr. Rupert, for Reese's sake, | hope you won't see Sylvia again."
Rupert's cigarette snapped in his hand, tobacco scattering onto the floor.
For a while, the only sound was the soft beeping of the monitors. Then Rupert spoke, his voice low and
controlled.
"Okay."
When Rupert finally left the hospital room, dawn had broken.
He walked downstairs, just as Orson appeared carrying a bright bouquet of sunflowers.
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Rupert took the bouquet, glanced at it, and then tossed it beside a trash can. He flicked his lighter, lighting a
new cigarette.
As he smoked, he dropped the lighter onto the bouquet. The pretty wrapping paper caught fire instantly.
The flames flickered, making his face look even colder.
"Wouldn't it have been better if I'd just died in that accident?" he muttered.
"Mr. Rupert..." Orson's voice was full of concern.
Rupert exhaled a long plof smoke and then, his face blank, said, “Go get smore flowers."
"For who?"
"For Reese. She'll be happy to see them when she wakes up. That's all that matters."
Rupert turned and strode away, his
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As the holidays drew to a close, Sylvia tidied up her place.
By the tshe finished, the sun had already set.
She stared out the window for a while, then made herself a pot of tea and washed two mugs.
She'd barely sat down when the doorbell rang.
Sylvia hesitated, curling her fingers, but finally got up to answer.
She opened the door to find a bunch of hyacinths thrust toward her.
Behind the flowers, Ms. Ward grinned. “You remember me, right? Ms. Ward!"
“Of course!” Sylvia joked, “I even scrolled through all our chats. It's like my own personal diary."
The truth was, she'd only forgotten speople and sthings. Not everything. But she was tired of
explaining.
Ms. Ward laughed. "The flower shop
downstairs was having a sale-l got
two bouquets. One's for you."
"Thanks. How was your trip home?”
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handin S Ward a pair of slippers.
Ms. Ward started venting about
entertaining a million relatives as she
lugged a big bag of treats inside.
"Mmm, smells good in here. You
made tea? Wait, why are there two
cups? Are you expecting someone?"
Sylvia opened her mouth to explain,
but just then her phone buzzed. The
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A trending headline popped up: someone at the hospital had
snapped a photo of Rupert bringing
flowers to Reese, feeding oF Shacks,
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The caption read: “Scouples are just meant to be. Too sweet!”
The intewas having a field day, with endless comments and well wishes.
Sylvia turned off her phone screen,
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anyone ups just look nicer.”
Ms. Ward nodded and poured herself stea.
Sylvia arranged the flowers in a vase, when her phone rang again.
It was Naomi.
“Sylvia, do you have any money left?” her mom asked.
"Wait, you need to borrow money? Didn't Edwin send you a bunch each
month? Why do you need r
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Sylvia was confused. s
"l...I..." Naomi's voice was shaky, barely holding it together.
Sylvia instantly felt something was wrong. “Mom, what's going on?"
Naomi's voice broke. "Sylvia, please...help me."
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