Bouquet of flowers
She sat clutching the bouquet tightly in her lap, fingers digging into the stems. Her body bent forward in the exact same posture the old man had taken. Kevin’s breath caught when he noticed tears running down her cheeks. She was crying quietly, shoulders trembling, but she didn’t look around. She simply sat, lost in the moment, clutching the flowers as if they were her last connection to something.
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