Chapter XL: "I found you,"

November had come and gone, as had December and January; and spring had just come into full bloom as May rolled around. Salvatore had spent 2 months with a therapist, who then deemed him well enough to discontinue the sessions, and halfway through his first month, Nicole joined a 12-week PTSD group council which helped her immensely in overcoming the trauma of her mother's death.

With spring rolling around, the weather lifted to that warmer notes and the flowers bloomed. In all that expanse of green, they have the courage to be anything else, to stand out with a beauty that draws people close. The flowers command a strength, a fragility, a vibrancy, a soft fragrance. They come as children do, boldly unique, born to grow in their own way. They come as the kind of smiles that reach the eyes. They come to help us to see with our hearts, for a love is a light that turns cold reason into an ever-branching and deeply rooted joy.