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

Letters from my mother.

Dozens.

Not addressed to me.

To Julian.

They began twenty-eight years earlier.

My hands trembled as I opened the first.

Julian,

Evelyn asked why you haven’t come home. I told her Daddy had to go away for work. I can’t keep saying that forever.