Chapter 12: Hazy Memories

Carina’s POV

I am biking around the town while buying some flowers in the city, and I purchased different colors because I like to put some flowers in my mom's house since I saw some old photos of the house with varying shades of flowers.

When my eyes caught the painting inside the flower shop, I lowered my head, but I couldn't help but stare at the painting. Looks so pretty.

I'm thinking about going back to painting, but my mind says I can't do it because of what happened to me.

Do I have to paint again and forget what happened to me that night?

It was full of pleasure, yet he forced me to have s*x with him.

“Oh, hi…pretty girl, I give these flowers to you for free.” The older woman said and smiled at me.

I parted my lips, “Oh no, I have to pay for it…please take the money.” I insisted while staring at the old woman, “No, you are always buying flowers here every time you pass by, but that was years ago, you probably don’t remember me,” she said.

“Uhm, really?” I sighed as I asked her