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

yellowed. Some looked newer. All of them were about the disappearances from 22 years earlier.

My hand flew to my mouth.

“No,” I breathed.

There were photos of the victims. Articles about the roses. Notes in Daniel’s handwriting along the margins.

Officer Voss looked grim. “We need to issue a warrant.”

I stared at the clippings until the words blurred.

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