C19 Captured And Claimed By The Mafia Don

Kimberly POV

One thing my father taught me was the importance of keeping the flowers tidy. Yet, as I scanned the garden, I couldn't help but notice the neglect—overgrown edges, untrimmed blooms. It irked me, especially with a splitting headache pounding behind my eyes, but tending to the flowers offered a strange kind of solace, a brief reprieve from the storm in my head