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 was pushed under my apartment door.”

I could see the paper.

Thin notebook sheet.

Blue ink.

I had read it until I knew every line.

Claire supposedly telling me she could not love me enough to abandon her life.

That I should leave.

That I should never contact her again because dragging things out would only hurt us.