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

“Find Claire.”

I thought I had misheard her.

“What?”

“Claire.”

My heart stopped.

“Why are you talking about Claire?”

Margaret closed her eyes.

“You’ll understand when you find her.”

“Margaret.”

“And please…”

She took a painful breath.

“Forgive me in advance.”

I leaned closer.

“Forgive you for what?”