I Married a Dying Man Because It Was His Final Wish—After His Funeral, His Lawyer Told Me Who He Really Was
Before hanging up, he said:
“Evelyn?”
“What?”
“Your father would be proud of you.”
For the first time, those words did not make me angry.
They also did not complete me.
I no longer needed Julian’s approval to understand myself.
Still, I let the sentence sit there.