I’ve applied to two schools in Netherlands, one in Leiden and one in Eindhoven. I’m so excited! Hopefully I’ll get in and find someone to rent my room in Lillehammer while I’m there.
My nose twitches. It’s the smell. Cloying and artificial. A dab of white peeks out of a vase of dried flowers on my dresser. I approach it with cautious steps. There, all but obscured by its preserved cousins, is a fresh white rose. Perfect. Down to the last thorn and silken petal.
And I know immediately who’s sent it to me.