In the picture, Arthur was wearing his best vest, holding a dozen roses so red they looked like they were glowing against the snowy Vermont window. He wasn't looking at the camera; he was burying his face in the blooms, a small, tearful smile visible.
The problem? Leo was currently stationed at a research base in the Arctic, three thousand miles away from Arthur’s small apartment in Vermont.
The next day, Leo waited by his radio. At 6:00 PM, a notification popped up on his screen—a grainy photo from Arthur.