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”
Thomas sleeping through half the day.
Arguing about soup.
Laughing over old teachers.
The wedding.
The photograph.
His hand in mine.
Those things mattered before inheritance.
After Thomas died, I briefly resented him for asking me to marry him.
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