It was a winter night. The wind was so biting that it pierced his weary bones.

Archibald stood in the hallway, experiencing the kind of helplessness he had never felt in his entire life. Then, he heard a voice from behind.

“Are you Mr. Archibald?”

“Who goes there?”

He turned around abruptly and looked at the guy.

It turned out it was a delivery man. He was holding a wreath made of fresh flowers. Handing it to the old man gingerly, he said, “This is from Ms. Gwynn. She’s sorry for your lo