Not once during our fifteen years of marriage had he come home with flowers, tucked a birthday card into my hand, or planned a romantic anniversary dinner. Jewelry, chocolates, little surprises—those simply weren’t part of our life together.
“Flowers wilt.”
“Cards end up in the trash.”
“Gifts are just money disappearing.”
Those were Robert’s favorite sayings. After hearing them for so many years, I could practically recite them before he opened his mouth.
Still, on the morning of my thirty-fifth birthday, something felt different.
I stood in our bedroom wearing my favorite navy-blue dress while Robert struggled to fasten his tie.
That alone caught my attention.
Robert never fidgeted.
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