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

shock turning slowly into panic.

“Mark, I have no idea,” she said.
“Maybe there was some delivery mix-up?”

“A hundred roses is a pretty specific mix-up.”

She wrapped her arms around herself.
“Don’t say it like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you think I know something.”

I looked away first, because the truth was that suspicion had already slipped into my mind and continue reading …