C42 CHAPTER

DARYL’s POV

"White roses." I said and the shopkeeper curtly nodded while picking out the bouquet of white roses and passing it to me. After handling him the money, I took one last look of the flower shop and returned back to my car.

As I drove through the silent trees, I couldn't stop but wonder that how far I've came. It's been six years since she was gone. After her death