My Dying Husband Asked Me to Adopt a 16-Year-Old Girl—The Day After His Funeral, She Whispered, “He Spent Your Entire Marriage Lying to You”

Serious brown eyes.

Faded denim jacket.

She looked as though smiling required permission nobody had given her.

“Who is she?”

Christopher swallowed.

“Her name is Sadie Mercer.”

My stomach tightened.

“Okay.”