After 23 hours of labor, I finally held my baby girl in my arms. My husband was happier than ever, and our hospital room filled with balloons, gifts, and congratulations.
Then a nurse arrived with a huge bouquet of white lilies.
At first, I thought it was a mistake.
But the black ribbon around the flowers made my heart stop.
Funeral flowers.
Inside was a small card with only one sentence:
“Some arrivals should have remained goodbyes.”
No name. No explanation.
Then I found a tiny silver charm hidden beneath the ribbon.
On the back was a date from nine years ago — the same day my husband ended a relationship with another woman.
Before I could process it, my phone rang.
An unknown number.
A woman’s voice whispered:
“Hi sweetheart… I bet you never expected to hear from me.”