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 folded the letter.

Put it back in the envelope.

I did not feel:

complete.

I dislike that word.

I had been complete before Thomas returned.

I was complete after he died.

People can enrich a life without becoming missing pieces.