After They Threw Me Away, I Bloomed

The day I left the Lynn family, I cut my hair short and moved to a new city.

I canceled my phone number and changed my surname back to Shaw.

On a remote street corner, I took over a small flower shop.

The Lynns all assumed I couldn't survive without them -- that I'd starved to death on the streets by now.

Seven years later, a distinguished guest in a tailored suit walked into my shop.

He held a pot of withered bellflowers and asked if I could revive it.

Our eyes met. My former brother, Lincoln, who once sneered at me, looked like he'd been struck by lightning.