I looked at the dried flowers on the nightstand.
That was the only bouquet he'd given me since graduation. $1.99, from a self-serve flower stand on the sidewalk.
"Rosie, once I have money someday..."
"Whatever you want, I'll buy it for you."
That's what he told me once.
Yet a two-hundred-dollar bouquet of flowers? He turned right around and bought one for someone else.
The phone in my hand suddenly buzzed. An unfamiliar number flashed across the screen.
"Hello?"
My heart lurched as I answered.
"Hi, I'm the owner of this phone..."
It was Marvin.
He thought he'd lost it.
"It's me," I said. "Your phone's not lost. You left it at home."
A beat of silence on the other end, then a laugh, heavy with relief.
"Oh, it's at home!"
"I thought someone swiped it on the subway!"
"I'm coming right back to get it."
After he hung up, I kept scrolling through his phone.
His Amazon cart was full of women's skincare and makeup, along with a handful of pricey collectible boxes. His purchase history was a parade of necklaces, bracelets, handbags, lipstick...
The recipient for every single one was Lucy.
The most recent order was the newest model phone. I'd bought him the white one. He'd bought the orange one for her.