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”

Much healthier boundary.

Thomas talked about Raymond only twice.

The first time:

“Promise me you won’t let fear make you hand somebody else control.”

“I promise to make my own decisions.”

“Better answer.”

The second:

“Don’t let Vance become Raymond with a law degree.”