She still sees him. She still talks to him.
Alice works in her garden every single day, after having devoted her life to the flowers she grows and sells in her floral shop. It all leads back to the first day of spring twenty five years ago, when she was forced by her husband to give up her son Charles.
Even when all she knows is that her son never made it to his first birthday, it doesn't stop her from seeing him. He comes to Alice in her garden, the only place she still feels safe. However, when Hal finds out she has been repeatedly cheating on him, he destroys the one thing that means the most to her, the one thing that connects her to her son. He kills her garden.
And as if faith decided it, her high school lover and real father of Charles stands in her floral shop soon after, when they haven't seen each other since they parted ways at barely eighteen years old. Will she ever be able to explain what her flowers mean and why she ran away from him at eighteen? Or would she lose him for a second time just like she lost Charles?
{COMPLETED} Now that it's Labor Day weekend, the towns people want to escape from the Flames. It has been a wild rollercoaster filled with emotions, Betrayal and lots of unkept promises. After Betty's chaotic life dies down, Betty comes home from an Internship in New York and life just gets more complex than she left it.
Alice finds herself stuck holding herself together with tape and Glue. She also finds a comfy spot with someone who may destroy her worse than she already is. Meanwhile, FP manages to keep himself afloat after his son was brutally attacked. And a mystery comes into the town of PEP and it causes a lot of heartache and more untold secrets get leaked.
Also something happens that overthrows everything and messes with love lives. What will happen to Betty and Alice's relationship if she keeps heading in the same directions she's heading? Can Fp save her from the madness she's drowning herself in? And Alice knows that once her secrets are revealed, a war could bring the town that's barely standing to the rubble.