It wasn't easy losing my mother. Anxiety hits, and stress, and loneliness.. Why does cancer even exist? It tore my family apart... A flower a night, placed perfectly on the wood of my window, was all it took to change my life. But who's doing this? And what for? There's only two people who know my story... My crush and my best friend. The new guy, and my pretty-much-brother. As the flowers continue on, a paper plane through my window and a note under my door, chang- well, let's just say it kills me, knowing I have to choose one. Or the other. My name's Zahara, and my window is covered in flowers.