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”

See whether he demands it anyway.

I looked at Thomas.

“You are dying and plotting administrative inconveniences.”

“I’ve always had hobbies.”

Then:

“There is one more thing.”

“Thomas.”

“I know.”