Fifty-six yellow roses arrived on the anniversary I had spent most of my life observing alone.

At first, I thought the florist had made a mistake.

Then I counted them.

Fifty-six.

One for every year since James and I had married.

My hands began to shake.

And then, buried among the perfect fresh roses, I found something that stopped me cold…. Continue Reading ⬇️

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