Page 4 of His Christmas Promise

“Me? Who would send me flowers?”

“That’s what we want to know.” Kiely plucks a card I hadn’t noticed before from the middle of the flowers and hands it to me. “Here, find out.” She says, looking as excited as I feel.

Laughing, I open the red envelope with my name scrawled across the top.

This is just the beginning, Zoe girl.

-Alex

A smile pulls at my lips, and my stomach flutters. The beginning? The beginning of what?

“Who sent them?” Kiely asks.

I look around my group of friends and shrug. “They’re from my friend Alex.”

“Who’s Alex?” George asks, seemingly invested.

“He’s someone I met a long time ago. We don’t talk much anymore, but he still sends me something for Christmas every year. This must be what he sent this year.”

“Well, that was sweet of him, but are you sure he’s just a friend?”

I laugh hard. “Pretty sure. It’s been almost ten years since I’ve seen him.”

An alarm goes off, pulling everyone’s attention away from the flowers and onto the patient who set off the alarm.

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