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“Neither am I,” he said. “But I’d like to learn. If you would.”

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But the next morning, he was back. This time with coffee. Two cups. Black for him, oat milk and one sugar for her—a guess he’d made based on the half-empty carton in her shop’s tiny fridge. “Neither am I,” he said

“I’m looking for something peculiar,” he said. “My wife—my late wife—she used to grow Lady Emma Hamilton roses. The apricot ones, with the tea scent. I’ve been trying to find a cutting for three years.” “Neither am I

Daniel laughed. It was a good laugh—full, unguarded, the kind that made his ears turn pink.

That was eighteen months ago.