Chapter 5

The next morning at ten, Benjamin walked into a flower shop.

The owner was a woman in her early thirties named Violet. She had a buzz cut and tattoos running down both arms.

At first glance, she looked more like the lead singer of a rock band than a florist, but the way she handled flowers was steady and exact, almost like a surgeon at work.

"What can I get you?" Violet asked, leaning against the counter as she gave Benjamin a quick once-over.

"I need a bouquet," Benjamin said. "For someone I haven't seen in five years."

Violet tilted…