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

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Detective Kellan arrived just after breakfast, his jaw tight.

“The fingerprints on the florist order came back,” he said.

I braced myself.

“They are not Daniel’s.”

I blinked. “Then whose are they?”

His face changed.

For a moment, he looked older.

“They belong to Amos.”

The name meant nothing to me.

Kellan swallowed. “He was a retired detective. He worked continue reading …