HE PULLED OUT SOMETHING WRAPPED IN TISSUE PAPER
People were still laughing.
For another few seconds.
Ethan carefully opened the tissue.
And when I saw what lay in his palm—
the auditorium disappeared.
A dried yellow daisy.
Flattened almost completely.
One petal missing.
The stem dark with age.
I knew that flower.
My hand flew to my mouth.
“Oh, Ethan.”
Suddenly—
I wasn’t sitting inside Willowcrest High School anymore.
I was months earlier.
Back at Willowcrest Medical Center, during one of Mary’s rare good afternoons.
MARY HAD BEEN SICK OF HOSPITAL WALLS
She complained about everything.
Hospital food.
Hospital gowns.
People asking whether she was tired every fifteen minutes.
Everyone treating her like she might break.
She wanted one normal afternoon.
Graduation was still months away.
Mary made me promise we would look for her dress.
“No dark depressing colors.”
“We haven’t even entered the store.”
“I already know what I don’t want.”
