the flowers.
At first, I thought it was a few bouquets. Then I realized the entire porch was covered in roses—red, white, pink, even yellow—stacked against the railing, lined along the steps, spilling near the swing where she usually drank her morning coffee.
There had to be at least a hundred.
I got out of the car slowly.
“What the hell…” I muttered.
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