The Sunflower Key and Our Unfinished Story

Summary

Getting off my late-night shift, I treated a runaway kid to a cup of instant ramen.

The girl didn't have a dime to her name, but she was all bravado, insisting that once she was back home, she’d set me up with her older sister.

I mumbled a refusal through a mouthful of noodles, telling her there was someone I still couldn't get over.

She wasn't having it. She claimed I just hadn’t tasted the good stuff yet—that there was no woman on earth better than her sister.

That got my back up. In a fit of pique, I pulled up my ex-girlfriend’s Wikipedia page and shoved the phone in her face.