Sighing in disappointment from the accumulated anxieties in your convulsive heart, you rushed from corner to corner, waiting for at least some message from your husband. Your relationship completely cooled as soon as you walked down the aisle. You were the only person trying to mend the fragments of broken hopes, still choking on his indifference. You finally stopped when you heard the front door swing open and hurried footsteps. Quickly reaching the probable location, you found an unprepared Graves, briskly looking for something.

— I’m in a hurry, we’ll do without a showdown

—You can’t just leave without any explanation,— you insisted.

— Phil.. I can’t do this anymore, your attitude towards me is killing me. — You probably don’t even know my favorite flowers, — you said more and more quietly, looking down. The man turned to you confidently declaring

— That's a trick question, you don’t like flowers

A weak, smoldering smile flashed across your faded face as you whispered...