petals glowing beneath the afternoon light.
“Someone must really want to impress you,” the deliveryman said.
I searched between the flowers for a card.
There was none.
“No message?”
He checked the small florist label.
“Only your name.”
At first, I smiled.
Daniel had never been good with romantic notes. Once, he sent me a necklace without a card and later claimed the jewellery explained itself. After eighteen years of marriage, I knew his quiet way of showing affection.
I carried the roses into the dining room and placed them
