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

house that evening. I sat in the living room with a blanket around my shoulders, listening to drawers open and close upstairs.

Then Detective Kellan returned, holding a small metal lockbox from Daniel’s home office.

“Amber,” he said carefully, “do you know what this is?”

I shook my head.

Inside were newspaper clippings.

Dozens of them.

Some were old and continue reading …