Mark expected a quiet homecoming after a week away for work. What he found instead stopped him at the front steps: the porch was covered in roses.
There were red, yellow, pink, and white bouquets arranged along the railing, the stairs, and the porch swing where his wife, Jane, usually sat with her coffee. At first, the sight did not feel romantic. It felt confusing, even alarming.
Jane was not outside waiting for him, and for a moment, Mark’s thoughts went in the worst possible direction. But when she opened the door, she looked just as stunned as he did.
Neither of them knew where the flowers had come from.