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

then, the roses no longer looked beautiful to me. They looked too bright. Too arranged. Too present.

I walked around the dining table slowly, studying them from every angle. Maybe I was being ridiculous. Maybe Daniel was in a meeting. Maybe he had chosen yellow because the florist suggested it. Maybe 100 was some package deal.

Still, my fingers felt continue reading …