I Came Home from a Work Trip to Find 100 Roses Delivered to My Wife—Then I Read the Note and Realized Everything I Believed Was a Lie

I finished pulling into the driveway. Sometimes she waved with both hands like I had been gone for months instead of five days. Sometimes she stood there barefoot in one of my old sweaters, smiling as if the entire house had been waiting to breathe again.

This time, the porch was empty.

“Jane?” I muttered, leaning forward over the steering wheel.

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