Except for the week before, he had told me he bought the bouquet at a gas station.
And the week before that, he had mentioned a florist across town.
The details didn’t line up.
At first, I told myself I was overthinking things. People forget small details all the time.
Still, once a seed of doubt plants itself in your mind, it grows quickly.
You begin noticing things you ignored before.
Marcus seemed distracted lately.
He left work early on Fridays.
Sometimes he returned home later than usual.
And every Friday, the flowers appeared.
Then one evening everything changed.
Marcus was in the shower upstairs when I picked up the bouquet from the kitchen counter. Some petals had already started to wilt, so I planned to toss them before dinner.
As I lifted the wrapping, something slipped out and floated onto the floor.
A folded piece of paper.
At first, I assumed it was a receipt.
But when I unfolded it, I realized it was a handwritten note.
Four simple words were written across the page in messy handwriting.
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