By nine the next morning, I was sitting behind the counter at Moretti Blooms with yesterday's wedding ring still on my finger and three months of merchant transactions open on my laptop. The shop smelled like wet stems and eucalyptus. Usually that smell settled me. T

By eight the next morning, I had revoked Sofia's access to Moretti Blooms. By eight-oh-three, I had revoked my father's. The confirmation boxes disappeared from my laptop one after another. TEMPORARY USER — DISABLED. FAMILY MANAGEMENT ACCESS — DISABLED. SAVED APPROVAL

My mother answered on the sixth ring. "Elena, I am not doing this over the phone."

"Then give me the warehouse address."

Silence. I looked at Carlo across the flower-shop counter. He stared at the floor.

"Bianca," I said, "Dad just told me you signed for a warehouse."