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”
“Vance has poisoned you.”
“Thomas worried about you before Vance said anything.”
His face changed.
“Thomas hated me.”
“Did he?”
“He always thought he was better than everyone.”
I studied Raymond.
“How well did you know him?”
