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”
“I think he knew that.”
“Maybe.”
“That’s why he waited until he couldn’t hear the answer.”
That sentence hit hard.
She may have been right.
Christopher had faced cancer bravely in ways that astonished me.
Pain.
Death.