The White Bellflowers Were for My Brother

Summary

On my brother's bedside table, that familiar bouquet of white bellflowers froze me in place.

Everyone used to say it took ten years for Quinn—the girl whose flowers I'd toss in the trash every day—to become the only girl by my side.

Growing up, I'd always gotten away with things, relying on my good looks. My admirers came and went, but she, my childhood friend, always stayed.

They’d often tell me I'd never find anyone like Quinn if I let her go, that companionship was the most moving declaration of love.