The Ring Buried Under Dried Succulent Soil

Summary

I came home late after working overtime on Valentine's Day, only to find that the succulent Brooke and I had planted together three years ago was dead.

She used to say it symbolized our love.

Low maintenance.

It didn't need much care to thrive.

I knelt on the balcony, staring at the shriveled, blackened green leaves. Suddenly, I felt an urge to take a photo and send it to her.

I tapped send. A bright red exclamation mark popped up on my screen.

And then, I remembered.

Two weeks ago, Owen, her childhood best friend, had brought over a cactus.