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”
“I will never sign anything requiring your approval.”
He became angry.
“Evelyn, stop being stubborn.”
I hung up.
Thomas reached for my hand.
“Now do you understand why I’m worried?”
“Yes.”
But I also said: