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The delivery driver was already halfway back to his van when I hurried to the doorway and called after him.<\/strong><\/h1>\n

\u201cExcuse me! Are you certain these flowers are meant for me?\u201d<\/p>\n

He paused, checked the clipboard tucked beneath his arm, then glanced back at the label.<\/p>\n

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\u201cMary?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen they\u2019re yours, ma\u2019am.\u201d<\/p>\n

He offered me a polite but slightly puzzled smile, the sort of expression a young man wears when delivering an extravagant bouquet to an elderly woman who clearly lives alone.<\/p>\n

\u201cHave a nice day.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then he climbed into his van and disappeared down the street.<\/p>\n

I remained in the doorway, barely able to see over the enormous bouquet in my arms.<\/p>\n

Yellow roses.<\/p>\n

Dozens of them.<\/p>\n

Their fragrance filled the chilly morning air as I carried them into the kitchen and placed them carefully on the table.<\/p>\n

Something about the bouquet bothered me.<\/p>\n

So I counted them.<\/p>\n

Then I counted them again.<\/p>\n

Fifty-six.<\/p>\n

My hand froze on the last stem.<\/p>\n

Fifty-six yellow roses.<\/p>\n

Today would have been my fifty-sixth wedding anniversary.<\/p>\n

For several moments, I simply stared at them.<\/p>\n

Nobody sent me flowers anymore.<\/p>\n

Most of my closest friends had passed away, and the handful who remained certainly wouldn\u2019t spend hundreds of dollars on such an elaborate arrangement.<\/p>\n

I lived carefully on my retirement income.<\/p>\n

And I had never bought flowers for myself.<\/p>\n

No.<\/p>\n

This wasn\u2019t an accident.<\/p>\n

Fifty-six was far too precise.<\/p>\n

I pulled the largest vase I owned from beneath the sink.<\/p>\n

It was an old crystal vase someone had given us as a wedding gift, one I had barely used over the decades.<\/p>\n

I filled it with water and began arranging the roses.<\/p>\n

Then something scraped sharply against my thumb.<\/p>\n

\u201cOw.\u201d<\/p>\n

I jerked my hand away, expecting a thorn.<\/p>\n

But there was no thorn.<\/p>\n

Deep between the fresh roses was something strange.<\/p>\n

Something yellow.<\/p>\n

Something crushed and faded.<\/p>\n

Paper.<\/p>\n

Carefully, I pulled it free.<\/p>\n

It was supposed to be a rose.<\/p>\n

At least, I thought it was.<\/p>\n

Someone had folded an old piece of yellow paper into a flower, but whoever made it clearly had no talent for delicate work.<\/p>\n

The petals were uneven.<\/p>\n

One side leaned farther outward than the other.<\/p>\n

The paper stem had been strengthened with an old strip of tape that had turned amber with age.<\/p>\n

I almost laughed.<\/p>\n

It was easily the ugliest paper rose I had ever seen.<\/p>\n

Then I turned it over.<\/p>\n

Near the bottom of the stem, written faintly in pencil, was a single letter.<\/p>\n

J.<\/p>\n

My breath stopped.<\/p>\n

I knew that handwriting.<\/p>\n

I would have known it after a hundred lifetimes.<\/p>\n

James.<\/p>\n

My husband.<\/p>\n

The man who had disappeared fifty-six years earlier.<\/p>\n

I dropped into the nearest chair so suddenly that its legs scraped loudly across the kitchen floor.<\/p>\n

One of the real roses fell from the table.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat can\u2019t be possible.\u201d<\/p>\n

But the flower remained in my hand.<\/p>\n

Old.<\/p>\n

Fragile.<\/p>\n

Real.<\/p>\n

And bearing James\u2019s initial.<\/p>\n

For the first time in decades, a question I had spent half my life forcing myself not to ask rose inside me.<\/strong><\/h1>\n

Could James somehow still be alive?<\/p>\n

James and I had only been married for two days before he left.<\/p>\n

Two days.<\/p>\n

Yet somehow, those two days shaped the next fifty-six years of my life.<\/p>\n

We married in my parents\u2019 backyard while he was home on leave.<\/p>\n

There were twenty-three guests, folding chairs borrowed from church, and a homemade wedding cake that leaned embarrassingly to one side.<\/p>\n

My mother cried almost throughout the ceremony.<\/p>\n

Later, James teased her while holding a paper cup of punch.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t cry, Mrs. Doyle. I\u2019m only borrowing your daughter. I\u2019m not stealing her.\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother lifted the cake knife toward him.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou bring her back happy, James. Otherwise, you\u2019ll answer to me.\u201d<\/p>\n

James looked across the yard at me in my yellow dress.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s the plan,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s the whole plan.\u201d<\/p>\n

We spent two wonderful days pretending our future was guaranteed.<\/p>\n

We talked about buying a modest house.<\/p>\n

Having children.<\/p>\n

Maybe getting a dog.<\/p>\n

Building a porch where we could sit when we were old.<\/p>\n

On our first morning as husband and wife, James made the coffee ridiculously strong but drank it anyway because he refused to admit he had ruined it.<\/p>\n

We walked through the neighborhood holding hands, feeling strangely grown-up because now we were officially married.<\/p>\n

Then the third morning came.<\/p>\n

His leave was over.<\/p>\n

I stood beside him at the old downtown train station wearing the yellow cotton dress he loved.<\/p>\n

He always said the color made me look like sunshine.<\/p>\n

Before boarding the train, he pulled me into his arms.<\/p>\n

\u201cNext anniversary,\u201d he whispered, \u201cI\u2019m buying you the biggest bouquet of yellow roses I can find. So many you won\u2019t even be able to see over them.\u201d<\/p>\n

I laughed.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019d better. I only married you for the flowers.\u201d<\/p>\n

James threw his head back and laughed.<\/p>\n

That was the last time I ever heard that laugh.<\/p>\n

Several weeks later, his unit came under attack overseas.<\/p>\n

Some soldiers were killed.<\/p>\n

Others disappeared during the chaos.<\/p>\n

James was listed as missing.<\/p>\n

His closest friend, Adrian, eventually returned home.<\/p>\n

One gloomy afternoon, he sat across from me in my parents\u2019 living room, his military cap clutched between his hands.<\/p>\n

For a long time, he couldn\u2019t look at me.<\/p>\n

Finally, he said quietly,<\/p>\n

\u201cI saw the explosion, Mary.\u201d<\/p>\n

He swallowed.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry. I truly am. But I don\u2019t believe James could have survived.\u201d<\/p>\n

No body was ever recovered.<\/p>\n

Eventually, the official paperwork arrived.<\/p>\n

Presumed dead.<\/p>\n

Two words.<\/p>\n

That was all I received after losing my husband.<\/p>\n

Presumed.<\/p>\n

Not confirmed.<\/p>\n

Presumed.<\/p>\n

It left the smallest opening for hope, and that tiny opening haunted me for decades.<\/p>\n

I never remarried.<\/p>\n

There were opportunities.<\/p>\n

Kind men.<\/p>\n

Good men.<\/p>\n

My mother encouraged me to move forward while she was still alive.<\/p>\n

Friends did too.<\/p>\n

But some stubborn piece of my heart remained on that train platform.<\/p>\n

Maybe it was loyalty.<\/p>\n

Maybe it was foolishness.<\/p>\n

Or maybe you cannot truly close a door when nobody ever allowed you to say goodbye.<\/p>\n

Still, I built a life.<\/p>\n

I worked as a bookkeeper for more than thirty years.<\/p>\n

Numbers became comforting because they followed rules.<\/p>\n

They added up properly.<\/p>\n

Life rarely did.<\/p>\n

I bought a small house on my own.<\/p>\n

Paid the mortgage myself.<\/p>\n

Kept a garden.<\/p>\n

Loved my nieces, nephews, and later their children.<\/p>\n

My life was quiet.<\/p>\n

Not unhappy.<\/p>\n

But there was always an empty chair somewhere inside it.<\/p>\n

Until this morning.<\/p>\n

Until fifty-six yellow roses appeared on my anniversary.<\/p>\n

And hidden among them was an ugly paper flower carrying James\u2019s initial.<\/p>\n

My hands trembled as I searched through the bouquet again.<\/p>\n

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