Later on, Braeden entered the house and sat in the kitchen. His mother stared at the vase, as if deep in thought. Perhaps she is dwelling on a past memory. Saoirse released a wistful sigh as she glanced down and pressed her lips.
"Years ago, your father gave me those flowers on our first anniversary," Saoirse said. "Today is our anniversary. He would have taken me somewhere or given me a gift."