My Dying Wife Asked Me to Find My First Love as Her Final Wish—When Claire Told Me Why, My Knees Nearly Gave Out

Imagined twenty-year-old Claire with a suitcase.

Imagined twenty-year-old me already gone.

Then stopped.

The visualization was becoming another fantasy.

I bought coffee.

Sat.

Then left.

The station owed me nothing.

PART 46 — CLAIRE GOES WITH ME LATER

Months afterward, I told Claire.