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”

“She was mine too.”

Raymond looked toward the lobby windows.

Then:

“I took care of her.”

“I know.”

“No one else did.”

“That may be true.”

“She wanted me to have the house.”