The Wife Who Returned
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The packages were waiting outside my apartment door.
I stopped, keys in hand, staring at them. Two large shopping bags with expensive boutique logos I recognized, and a beautiful arrangement that made my breath catch,a book bouquet. Actual books wrapped like flowers, their spines carefully arranged to create something both literary and romantic.
A card was attached.
For when you need an escape. And something to wear while you read them. - L
My chest tightened. How had these gotten here before me? I’d left work twenty minutes ago, driven straight home, and yet…