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”
“Yes.”
“He lied for fifteen years.”
“Yes.”
“Would you have forgiven him?”
“I don’t know.”
“You really hate yes-or-no questions.”
“Life ruined them for me.”
She laughed.