C22 TWENTY TWO

Have Not Patience

DEREK

How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?

— William Shakespeare, Othello

ROSE SMILED, HER eyes covered by a blindfold as I led her into the woods outside my family's mansion. As I led her to our magical rose garden.

She sniffed the air and smiled even more. "Roses. I can smell your roses