The Faded Bouquet
She found it on the third Tuesday of November, wrapped in brown paper and tucked behind a row of out-of-season dahlias in the greenhouse at the back of her aunt's house in Chelsea. The bouquet was not what she had expected—not the fresh, defiant roses her aunt Margaret had been arranging in the kitchen that morning, not the cheerful spray of chrysanthemums she'd placed on the mantelpiece before...
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