I thought turning 65 without my husband beside me would be the saddest part of my birthday. But when 66 yellow balloons appeared on my porch, I noticed something that made me question everything I thought I knew about our marriage.
The 66 yellow balloons tied to my porch railing made me uneasy before I even touched them.
It was my 65th birthday, and my husband, Robert, was supposedly 800 miles away on business.
Then I found six marked balloons, and the letters beneath their knots spelled his first wife’s name.
The delivery had arrived shortly after noon.
No card.
No signature.
Just my name on the label.
At first, I’d assumed Robert had arranged a surprise.
But he knew I hated yellow.
I’d always preferred pink or white.
And why send 66 balloons when I was turning 65?
The receipt confirmed the number.
I’d once read that yellow could symbolize betrayal, jealousy, and lies.
My grandmother also had a superstition about repeating sixes.
“Two sixes mean someone is hiding something,” she used to warn me.
I hadn’t remembered those words in decades.
Six balloons had tiny black dots near their knots.
Someone had tied them together in the middle of the bunch.
I separated them and read the letters in order.
M-A-R-I-A-N.
Marian was Robert’s first wife.
I’d seen her photograph years earlier.
Robert told me their marriage had ended long before we met.
I called him.
No answer.
I texted him.
Nothing.
Someone had deliberately sent me his former wife’s name.
Frightened, I called the police.
“Someone anonymously sent me 66 balloons, and I have a feeling it has something to do with my husband,” I told the dispatcher.
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