“Oh I brought you something,” Trey said. I eyed him with suspicion. He pulled out a slightly crushed handful of dandelion flowers from his jacket pocket. My breath caught. He laid them on the exam table, and I knew he’d continued talking, but I wasn’t listening. I stared at the small, cheerful yellow flowers, overwhelmed with the flood of emotion sweeping over me. “Bones?” I glanced up at Trey, startled when I realized he'd moved closer. He looked at me with concern. “You ok?” I nodded, gazing back at the flowers. My heart ached, and I didn’t think before I whispered, “My brother used to bring me these.”
Book:Bones