My Husband Started Bringing Home Flowers Every Friday – One Day I Found a Note in the Bouquet and Followed Him After Work

Her hair was chopped short and uneven. She clutched a stuffed teddy and stared at the ceiling like she didn’t know where she was.

Dan turned, startled. He stood quickly, his voice quiet.

“Ada… I can explain.”

My mouth went dry. “She…

she’s sick?”

The older woman, Erika’s mother as I’d learned later, nodded.

“Severe brain injury,” she said softly. “Car accident last year. She thinks she’s 10.

Can’t remember much. But for some reason… she remembers Dan. Her childhood friend.

No one else.”

I couldn’t speak.

Dan looked like a man caught in the rain with no umbrella.

“I didn’t want to upset you,” he said. “Not after everything with her before. I thought you’d take it the wrong way.”

I stared at him, then at Erika, who smiled at him like he was her whole world.

“You should’ve told me,” I whispered.

“I know,” he said.

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