“Meet me in the butterfly garden," I tell Lucy, wanting to make up for her heartbreaking mood yesterday.

 

When I run over the butterfly gardens, the butterflies brush against my face, followed by their breath and the fragrance of them.

 

As I press on the sliding glass door, the butterfly room, the leaves rustle above me.

 

I brush the leaves away, and there is Lucy.

 

Butterflies dance all around her.

 

My heart jumps at the sight.

 

"Hi," she says, looking down, avoiding my gaze.

 

"Hi.

 

I'm so glad you're here.”