For Weeks His Roses Vanished From His Wife’s Grave—So He Installed A Camera And Discovered Something That Changed Everything
I started bringing seven crimson roses every Sunday, wrapping them the same way Malini used to smooth the paper. But each week, by Tuesday, they were gone—not wilted, not scattered, just vanished. Suspecting vandals, I set up a trail cam. What I saw stunned me: a thin boy, maybe eleven, lifting each rose carefully, as…