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”

But I never married.

I did not spend fifty-six years pining for Thomas.

That would make a better love story than the truth.

I lived.

I worked.

I traveled.

I cared for patients.

I buried my parents.