I Came Home to Find 50 People Holding Candles Outside My House—Then I Learned Why They Were Really There

were young.

Not teenagers.

Adults.

People in their twenties and thirties.

Many carried envelopes.

Some held framed photographs.

Others clutched flowers.

One man was holding what looked like an old football trophy.

None of it made sense.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

The woman smiled.

“We’re here for Mr. Carter.”

My husband.

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