It was covered in Grandma’s flowers.

The anniversary roses had been cut down. Lavender was ripped from the ground. The daisies were tied with ribbon. The peonies had been uprooted completely.

Inside, wine stained the cushions and her rocking chair had been damaged.

I called Kelsey.

When I demanded to know why she had destroyed the garden, she said, “We needed fresh flowers. It was my wedding.”

I reminded her she had promised not to touch them.

She laughed.

“They’re flowers, Nadia. They grow back. You own the place, so clean it yourself.”

Then she hung up.

PART 2

Normally, Zac would have tried to calm everyone down. This time, he looked at the ruined garden and asked, “What do you need?”