A Rose by Any Other Name . . .
SITTING quietly on the side of her bed, Coral glanced out her bedroom window, taking in the gentle beauty of the picture-perfect red roses in full bloom. She’d always believed that the red rose was a symbol of passionate love, even now that, without warning, the strong, vibrant gentleman who’d captured her every waking moment was no longer by her side.
After their very first meeting, each knew their destiny was bound to the other, and every full-blooming red rose brought back the riches and, at times, sadness of their union.
“Oh, but wait, Coral! Now is definitely not the time to dwell on what was. Today is a brand-new moment in which to rise from all that has threatened to overcome your fighting spirit and instead declare the victory that you are a
