I Received 100 Yellow Roses While My Husband Was Away on a Business Trip—The Number of Flowers Terrified Me Enough to Call the Police

but they were not mine.

I folded my arms and stared at the bouquet.

“Daniel,” I murmured, half amused, half confused, “what were you thinking?”

Then there was the number.

Exactly 100.

Not 99.

Not 101.

One hundred.

The florist’s tag listed the exact count.

I picked it up between two fingers and read it again, as if the number might change if I looked long enough.continue reading …