I Married a Dying Man Because It Was His Final Wish—After His Funeral, His Lawyer Told Me Who He Really Was

Tears started falling.

You have Nora’s eyes and my mother’s habit of tapping your fingers when you are thinking.

I looked at my hands.

They were tapping against my leg.

I stopped.

Every game of chess was stolen time. Every cup of tea was something I never believed I would receive.

Then the marriage.

The ceremony was wrong of me.