My Dying Wife Asked Me to Find My First Love as Her Final Wish—When Claire Told Me Why, My Knees Nearly Gave Out
“Forgive me in advance.”
I eventually understood how impossible that request was.
You cannot forgive an unnamed act.
What she really asked was:
Please decide before you know the truth that you will not hate me afterward.
I could not give her that.
I do not think anyone could honestly.
So if Margaret exists somewhere capable of understanding what happened after her death, then this is the answer I would give her: