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

but before she could step forward, her eyes dropped to the porch.

She froze.

“Mark,” she breathed.
“What did you do?”

Her voice was half wonder, half confusion.

I stared at her.
“What did I do?”

She took one careful step outside and looked around as if the flowers might somehow explain themselves.

“You didn’t send these?”

“No,” I said, sharper than I meant continue reading …