The summer night was filled with the incessant chirping of cicadas. The heatwave had already begun, with occasional breezes bringing the rustling sound of life.
Today was the third day.
The third day since Caleb Baker left.
Yvonne Finley sat in the rose garden, looking at the vast swathes of roses. She didn't understand why, but despite it only being three days, many flowers in the garden had already wilted, their leaves turning yellow, decaying slowly in the soil.
A frown formed between Yvonne Finley's brows. She walked over, crouched down and began picking up the flower petals from the soil, and trimming the wilted flowers. Having returned some of their original beauty, she reflected that the rose garden he had gifted her couldn't very well be withering away.
Staring at a rose swaying gently in the wind, Yvonne Finley's thoughts were somewhat vague. Three days.
She still couldn't reach Caleb Baker.
