The roses looked like a love affair exploding on our porch. My heart was pounding before I even saw the note.
A hundred blooms, a hundred silent accusations, and my wife standing in the doorway like she’d just survived a storm I never knew she was in. Then I opened the shaky, childlike handwriting—and everything I thought I knew about her, about us, about what she’d been hiding, to…
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