The greenhouse was filled with a variety of flowers, mostly purple, and they were beautiful, especially during the winter. Seeing so many fresh flowers and being in such a warm environment brought an indescribable sense of comfort that made it hard to find words for.
In the center of the greenhouse was a white swing chair. Tara sat on it, feeling like she had returned to the past… those days when she couldn't be with Bernie, when all she could do was live on the memories of him, drawing his figure, thinking of him, and calling his name a thousand times.
"How did you end up with a greenhouse like this?" Tara asked, looking at Hank who sat beside her.
