I believed my husband had surprised me with one hundred yellow roses while he was out of town—until I counted every flower and immediately contacted the police.

“And now?”

He looked at me.

“Now I know it means facing the truth together.”

I rested my head against his shoulder.

The yellow roses had entered our home as a symbol of fear, silence, and death.

But Amos had misunderstood one thing.

He believed secrets made him powerful.

Instead, the secrets he tried to bury had created a path directly back to him.

And somehow, long after his death, my father had still managed to guide us home.

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