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Ace doesn’t say anything.

He just watches me.

Letting me have the moment.

Then—

Something catches my eye.

The counter.

I step closer.

Frowning.

“What?” Ace asks instantly.

“This wasn’t here before,” I say.

A small arrangement sits near the register.

Wildflowers.

Yellow.

White.

Purple.

Just like the ones I picked this morning.

My stomach drops.

“No,” I whisper.

I didn’t make this.

I would remember.

I reach for it slowly.

Careful.

Something feels off.

Wrong.

Ace’s hand closes around my wrist before I touch it.

“Don’t.”

I look at him.

“It’s just flowers—”

“No,” he says, voice sharp now. “It’s not.”

Blaze’s voice crackles through the comm.