He would wake up early.
Put on his jacket.
Drive to the same flower shop.
And buy the same bouquet of white roses, lilies, and lavender for the woman he still loved more than anything.
His wife, Evelyn, had died from cancer a decade earlier.
But even after all those years, Tom still spoke to her every morning like she was somewhere nearby listening.
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