Every Month I Visited My Husband’s Grave… Until I Discovered Who Had Been Leaving Flowers There First

I walked slowly along the familiar path toward Danny’s headstone.

And then I stopped.

The Flowers

Someone had already been there.

A beautiful bouquet of white roses rested neatly at the base of Danny’s grave.

Fresh.

Perfectly arranged.

I knelt down, brushing my fingers across the petals.

“That’s strange,” I whispered.

“What is?” Alice called from behind me.