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 Vance said:
“There is something else you need to decide.”
“What?”
“Whether you want to review Aunt Margaret’s documents.”
My chest tightened.
“I thought there was no case.”
“There may still be no case.”
He placed a folder on the table.