I will never forget that day, or the flowers sitting on the hall table. That was the first thing I saw, as I set the mail down. The lovely flowers. Ian could be thoughtful when he wanted to … he really could. I stood there, admiring the flowers.
Then I heard the crash … that horrible crash. I ran out to the kitchen and there he was, laying on the floor. broken glass surrounding him, blood pouring from his head. It was never clear which came first … the heart attack, or the fall. It didn’t matter … Ian was dead.
To this day, I do not put flowers on the hall table.
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