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"But why give it to me?"

Then it was gone.

No one knew what "it" was.

Elara looked at the rose. One white petal on a flower of blood. She thought of her grandfather, frozen in time, pointing at a key. She thought of Nona, alone for sixty years, holding onto a promise made of thorns and petals. forever roses

Not in love, which her mother said was a "beautiful, temporary madness." Not in memory, which her father had lost to a slow, cruel fog before she turned sixteen. And certainly not in flowers. She had worked at Petals & Pages , a cramped, dusty bookshop that also sold fresh-cut roses, for five summers. She knew the truth: a rose was a three-day miracle. By day four, the petals went soft as a bruise. By day seven, they curled inward, crisp and brown, like tiny, withered fists. "But why give it to me