She didn’t look up. Her face was pale.
“Did you make these?” she asked. Her voice was strange. “The flowers?”
“I did. My mother taught me. I’ve been drawing them my whole life.”Mother of bride gifts
She didn’t say anything.
“You don’t have to use it,” I said quickly. “If it’s not your style. I know it’s old-fashioned. I just thought…”
“No,” Hannah said. She folded it up very carefully, along the same creases. “No. It’s perfect. Thank
you.”
She stood up. She hugged me. It was a quick hug. Stiff. She didn’t look me in the eye.
“I have to go,” she said.
And then she was gone.
I stood in the doorway and watched her taillights disappear down the street.
“That was strange,” Mark said behind me.
“Yes,” I said. “It was.”
I didn’t hear from her again for three weeks. Not a text. Not a call. Nothing.
