#Chapter 351: Daffodils & Daydreams

Abby I step out of Damon’s office with the yellow flower still pressed between my fingers. There is a bittersweet smile on my face, but not for the reasons that Damon seems to believe. After all, I’m not really smiling because a handsome prince has just given me a flower. Rather, I’m smiling to keep the tears at bay—because the daffodils just remind me of Karl. As I wander down the hallway, I stare down at the yellow petals and let out a small sigh. It’s almost poetic, really: the last vestige of my love for Karl in one hand—the flower—and a pregnancy test in the other hand. Maybe something is budding inside of me, too. And if it is, then there’s another vestige of my love for Karl. A baby. But I still can’t bring myself to believe that I am, indeed, pregnant. After all, I have been led to believe for years that it would be extremely difficult to get pregnant due to my dead ovary. In fact, the doctor made it very clear all those years ago that it might even be impo