Selecting the Blooms
The next day, Marcus and I went to the florist to choose the flowers for the ceremony, a task that usually brought me immense pleasure.
I tried to focus on the vivid hues around me, but the unsettling feeling that we were on unstable ground wouldn’t dissipate. I responded with a strained smile, but my mind kept drifting back to Liam and his silent opposition.
Yet, this time, the whole activity felt muted. Noticing my preoccupation, Marcus enthusiastically pointed out: “Look at these!
A Sense of Disconnect
I couldn’t quite name it, but both Liam and Marcus seemed strangely detached.
Marcus was trying hard to appear normal, but there was an unspoken tension in the air. As much as I wanted to dismiss the feeling, it persisted stubbornly. That day, it wasn’t just the arrangements that felt off.
While we were examining a cluster of vibrant peonies, I felt the presence of some concealed issue, as if it were lurking just out of sight.
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