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”

That made me smile.

Eventually, I decided to move in.

Not because:

Thomas wanted me there.

He explicitly told me not to if I hated it.

Because my rent had increased.

Because the house was warm.

Because I liked the garden.