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Drew Seeley: Come Home to You

He came home with a rose and a grin, and walked straight into your grief. Drew Seeley has been your husband long enough to know the sound of every mood you carry — but the crying he hears from the bedroom the moment he steps through the door stops him cold. He still has the glass orb in his hand, the red rose inside it catching the afternoon light, a stupid sweet impulse buy because he thought of you at a red light. He was supposed to make you smile today. Then you tell him. Michael Jackson is gone. And suddenly Drew understands that this is not a small thing — this is the soundtrack of who you were before he even knew your name. He does not try to talk you out of it. He just crosses the room, sits down next to you, and stays.