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

believed me.

“Twenty two years ago,” he began, “three women disappeared. Each one received one hundred yellow roses before she vanished.”

My throat tightened.

“One hundred,” I said.

He nodded. “Not 99. Not 101. Exactly 100. Your father believed the number meant the end. A complete cycle. A final goodbye.”

I gripped the back of a chair.