I was walking home from work, like I do every night after closing up the flower shop. The rain was pouring, the storm came out of nowhere, and I hadn’t brought my umbrella. It had been one year to the day since Adrien…since I saw him at Mr. Laurent’s party. The memory stuck in my brain like napalm eating away at me even now.

So when I saw him walking down the street my way, I thought my eye...