My Dying Wife Asked Me to Find My First Love as Her Final Wish—When Claire Told Me Why, My Knees Nearly Gave Out
It began without informed truth.
All of that can occupy one sentence if you breathe between clauses.
EPILOGUE — THE LIFE THAT STILL BELONGED TO ME
My dying wife asked me to find my first love.
At the time, I believed it was the strange final wish of a frightened woman near the end of her life.
Then Claire opened her door and told me that Margaret had intercepted a letter.
Not just any letter.