for answers.
Daniel squeezed my hand as darkness settled over the garden.
“I’m sorry I lied to you,” he said.
“I know.”
“I thought protecting you meant keeping you outside the truth.”
“And now?”
He looked at me.
“Now I know it means facing the truth together.”
I rested my head against his shoulder.
The yellow roses had entered our home as a symbol of fear, silence, and death.
But Amos had misunderstood one thing.
He believed secrets made him powerful.
Instead, the secrets he tried to bury had created
