I came home one day and was shocked to find my husband Rhett and his ex-wife Janet digging up flowers in my garden. I didn’t know Janet was visiting, and I couldn’t understand why they were there together—especially in my garden. When I confronted them, Janet smirked and told me I deserved to know what they were hiding.

They uncovered a weathered wooden box buried in the dirt, filled with letters addressed to someone named Arlo. Rhett explained that Arlo was their stillborn son, and those letters were their way of grieving and saying goodbye. He admitted he hadn’t told me about Arlo because he didn’t want to bring old pain into our life together.

The truth stunned me, but as I read the letters, I felt the depth of their loss and love. Janet and Rhett shared how they recently felt the need to return to that buried grief, especially after Rhett received a mysterious letter urging him to “go back to the garden.” I realized their secret wasn’t a betrayal but a part of their healing.

In the weeks that followed, Rhett and I talked openly about Arlo, and Janet even brought old photos. I stopped seeing her as a rival and instead embraced the past that shaped Rhett. We honored Arlo’s memory with a small bench and new roses, turning a moment of shock into one of understanding and connection