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”
“Why?”
“There had to be paperwork.”
“Of course there was paperwork.
We got married.”
“What else?”
“Why do you need to know?”
“Because I am your family.”
Thomas, lying beside me, opened his eyes.
