A long sigh leaves Ada’s lips as she meticulously tends to the roses in the garden. Each movement is deliberate as she carefully snips off the rose petals, watching them flutter gently to the ground before placing the bare stems in a vase.

“No matter how often I cut them these unsightly heads always seem to grow back…”

With another sharp snip, the pile of red petals at her feet grows larger and larger. Her boots are nearly submerged in the severed blooms.