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”

Either way, I agreed to the arrangement knowingly.

That was enough.

I could have declined the benefit.

I did not.

I live there still.

The kitchen is green.

Thomas would have hated it.

I keep one photograph of him on the mantel.