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

Maybe a bruise. Maybe dye from another flower. I gently lifted the petal with my fingertip.

The red mark was small but deliberate.

My breath caught.

Then I found another.

And another.

There were exactly three.

Three marked roses.

My stomach dropped.

I forgot about the unanswered calls. I forgot about the sunlight on the table and the coffee mug still sitting continue reading …