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”
“Then I’m glad she had someone she believed she could trust.”
His expression shifted.
Maybe he heard something behind my words.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing.”
I turned toward my car.
“We’ll talk soon.”
he called after me.