My Dying Wife Asked Me to Find My First Love as Her Final Wish—When Claire Told Me Why, My Knees Nearly Gave Out
A photograph of Margaret and me in Chicago during our first year together.
Why keep that photograph?
Because I remember that night.
We ate bad Chinese food.
Margaret laughed when the restaurant forgot our rice.
I was happy.
My happiness belonged to me.
Margaret’s deception existed beneath it.
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