I returned home from a work trip to find 100 roses delivered to my wife – then I noticed the note hidden inside one of the bouquets

they didn’t.”

I frowned.
“Jane?”

Her hand trembled as she reached for the note.
I watched her read it again for herself, then she started crying.

Not quietly.
Not politely.
The kind of crying that comes from somewhere deep inside a person after they’ve spent months trying not to fall apart.

I immediately dropped my suitcase and wrapped my arms around her.continue reading …