I Came Home From a Work Trip to Find 100 Roses Delivered to My Wife—Then I Read the Note Hidden in One Bouquet

jobs.”

I looked at her.

“And now?”

She glanced around the room—at the flowers, at the notes, at the proof of all the lives she had touched without realizing it.

Then she smiled.

Small. Real. Exhausted—but alive again.

“I think I have to go back on Monday.”

I laughed softly. “You think?”

She leaned into me.

And for the first time in months, the house didn’t continue reading …