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

Affection too.

And something else.

A strange familiarity I had felt almost from the first afternoon I sat across from him.

The next day, an elderly priest Julian knew came to the house.

There were no guests.

No flowers.

No music.

I did not own a wedding dress.