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”
Protection without agency is simply another form of control.
On our twenty-ninth day, Thomas declined sharply.
Hospice told me:
Probably soon.
I sat beside him all night.
Near dawn, he opened his eyes.
“Evelyn?”
“Here.”
