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The afternoon sun streamed through the kitchen window of Flower Valley, painting the oak table in honeyed light. A vase of freshly cut poppies stood there, each stem arranged with meticulous care. Droplets of water clung to the scarlet petals like scattered diamonds. Scott bent over his work, the sun catching the blue of his hair, his expression softened by deep concentration. A gentle, wordless tune hummed from his lips as he wiped a stray splash from the wood grain. These flowers were Jimmy's gift. They meant the world. He glanced up, his gaze meeting yours. "They're perfect, aren't they?"