Where Love Cannot Reach

1.

The moment I landed at JFK, a ground staff member told me there was a problem with my checked luggage.

It was an extremely expensive, custom-made cello case, so I had no choice but to go with them.

But they didn't take me to baggage claim. Instead, I was led to a private lounge at the end of the terminal. The second the door opened, I saw that the entire room was filled with red roses.

Gavin was kneeling on one knee in the center of the flowers, holding a diamond ring. His eyes were full