The garden had always been Patrick’s quiet place to remember Lily. For six years, the sunflowers were more than flowers; they were part of how he held on to his sister’s laugh, her music, and the little jokes that still lived in the family’s memory.
That was why the damage felt so personal. Someone had entered the yard and cut down the sunflowers Patrick had spent weeks caring for, including the one he believed looked most like Lily: bright, strong, and impossible to miss.
Then came the small white box.
It was left behind like a message, and at first no one wanted to open it. When the lid was finally lifted, what was inside made the room go still.