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”
“So am I.”
Raymond lowered his voice.
“You’re my closest relative.”
“Technically.”
“Thomas’s people don’t know you.”
“Thomas knew me.”
“For one month.”
He leaned closer.
