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

Her hand flew to her mouth.

“No, they didn’t…”

Her voice broke.

And suddenly she was crying—not the quiet kind, but the kind that comes after holding everything in for too long.

I dropped everything and held her.

“Talk to me,” I said.

But she couldn’t.

Not yet.

When she finally spoke, her voice was shaking.

“They’re from my students,” she said.

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