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 know.”
“Christopher did not ruin every good thing we had either.”
“I know.”
“And keeping you wasn’t forgiving him.”
She smiled.
“I know.”
I laughed.
“When did you become the emotionally stable one?”