I Married a Dying Man Because It Was His Final Wish—After His Funeral, His Lawyer Told Me Who He Really Was
“What was he like then?”
Arthur smiled faintly.
“Nervous.”
“That’s not what I expected.”
“He was twenty-six and thought he knew everything.”
“Sounds like a Vance.”
Arthur laughed.
“You have more of him in you than you realize.”