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”

We reconnected while I happened to be his nurse.

Then we corrected the boundary.

I could visit as Evelyn.

Other nurses could care for him.

That protected Thomas.

Protected me.

Protected the hospital.

Romance does not become purer when professional rules disappear.