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 had spent a career caring for other people.

I did not want retirement to become a financial-crime investigation.

The box contained one more bundle.

Fifty-five letters.

Not exactly one for every year.

Some years none.

Some years several.

The earliest were young Thomas.