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”
“Sounds like him.”
Mr.
Vance looked at me.
“Evelyn, you walked right into his trap.”
I stopped breathing.
Then Vance immediately raised one hand.
“Do not panic.
The trap was never for you.”