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 moved into the guest room at first because his bedroom equipment took most of the space.
Thomas objected.
“My wife is sleeping in the guest room?”
“Your wife would like your oxygen tubing not wrapped around her neck.”
“Fair.”
The house had belonged to Thomas’s parents.
Not grand.
Warm.