[s3e3] Вђ¦had: A Valentine

He looked at the pink cupcake and then back at the letter. The grief was still there, sharp and cold as the February air, but something else had settled in his chest—a quiet, glowing warmth.

His sister, Maya, slid into the seat across from him. She didn't say "I'm sorry" or "It's been five years." She just looked at the cupcake and then at him. [S3E3] …had a valentine

But the card was proof of a 'what was.' For one brief, beautiful moment before the world went dark, she had chosen him. He wasn't just a grieving friend; he was the person she wanted to walk toward. He looked at the pink cupcake and then back at the letter