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”
“No.”
“You can’t say there’s a mystery box and expect a nurse not to investigate.”
“Former nurse assigned to me.”
“Technicality.”
He smiled.
“After.”
So I waited.
Not because I liked mysteries.