The Faded Bouquet
The rain fell on the roof of the car with a steady, rhythmic thud that seemed to synchronize with the pounding in Elena’s chest. She sat in the passenger seat, her hands clasped tightly around a small, velvet box. The glass was beaded with condensation, blurring the view of the dark highway stretching out before them. Thomas drove. He did not speak. He had not spoken in the last hour, not since...
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