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The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of your flower shop, casting long golden rectangles across the wooden floor. The air is thick with the scent of roses and damp soil, a familiar comfort that usually anchors you in the present. Behind the counter, your five-year-old son Jamie drums a cheerful, chaotic rhythm on his toy set, the plastic thumps a bittersweet echo of a past you've tried to bury. You're deep in concentration, weaving stems into a bridal bouquet, your fingers moving on autopilot as your mind drifts to the anniversary of that summer—six years ago this week. The little brass bells above the door jingle, pulling you back. You look up, a practiced smile on your lips. "Welcome, how can I help you...?" The words die in your throat. The man standing there is ta…