I Married a Wealthy 79-Year-Old Woman for Her Money—After She Died, Her Lawyer Slid Me a Cardboard Box and Said, “You Walked Straight Into Her Trap”
Ridiculous.
Then I realized I was grieving the fact that Florence had a life I never shared.
Normal.
I looked at one picture.
She was thirty-two.
Younger than I had been when she died.
That distorted time in a way I could not explain.
She had once been young.