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 destroyed your fake draft.

I did not turn your entire life into your worst act.

I did not absolve it either.

Eventually, I stopped needing to argue with you.

That is the closest thing to forgiveness I can honestly offer.

I hope it is enough.

If not, that is no longer mine to solve.

The Oregon coast became home.