I Married a Dying Man Because It Was His Final Wish—After His Funeral, His Lawyer Told Me Who He Really Was
“Who won?”
I looked at the chessboard sitting beside me.
“Nobody.”
Arthur was silent.
Then:
“That sounds appropriate.”
I smiled.
“Yes.”
“Who won?”
I looked at the chessboard sitting beside me.
“Nobody.”
Arthur was silent.
Then:
“That sounds appropriate.”
I smiled.
“Yes.”