The drive from Ant’s house to the office is longer than from Newton Road, but I don’t mind. I love the slow descent into Malvern, the way the hills roll away and the town opens up beneath me like it’s welcoming me home. My heart still feels too big for my chest after last night’s call, after those three little words that keep replaying in my head like a song I can’t stop humming.

Janie’s bright and breezy when I step through the door, already mid-sentence on a florist call. She finishes up, spins in her chair, and points at the plain brown box sitting on my desk.