She didn’t think she’d meet someone braver than Emile after that night.
Until a girl of seven began visiting her once every month, during nights when a new moon reigned in the sky, the same moon that bore witness to her fall. And the girl of seven always came bearing white lilies, red peonies, and blue delphiniums - the flowers that grew on the graves of her children - continuing the practice that Emile began after the death of his third child.
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