At 73, I Married My Dying High School Sweetheart as His Final Wish—After the Funeral, His Lawyer Knocked on My Door and Said, “You Walked Right Into His Trap”
“I am.”
“You shouldn’t be alone.”
“I won’t be.”
“Where will you stay?”
“My apartment for now.”
“What about Thomas’s house?”
I stared.
“How do you know anything about Thomas’s house?”
