paper.
The laughter continued for several more seconds.
Then he unfolded it.
The moment I saw what was inside, the auditorium disappeared.
It was a dried yellow daisy.
One petal was missing.
The stem had darkened with age, and the flower had been pressed nearly flat.
But I knew exactly where it came from.
I covered my mouth.
“Oh, Aaron.”
Suddenly, I was back months earlier.
Mary had still been strong enough to leave the hospital for a few hours.
She had spent
