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

“I loved Thomas,” she told me.

Repeatedly.

Sometimes when I did not want to hear it.

Her children were not mistakes produced by Margaret’s interference.

Her marriage was not some secondary consolation prize.

Her life happened.

So did mine.

That truth destroyed the seductive idea that history contained one correct timeline Margaret had stolen.