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

No secret waiting to explode.

No train to catch.

No past to reclaim.

I looked at the ocean.

And for the first time, I did not think:

This is the life Margaret kept from me.

I thought:

This is the life I am choosing now.

That difference was everything.