My Dying Wife Asked Me to Find My First Love as Her Final Wish—When Claire Told Me Why, My Knees Nearly Gave Out
Claire continued carefully.
“I wrote you a letter on the third day.”
“What did it say?”
She looked at me for a long time.
“That I was coming.”
My fingers dug into the armrests.
“I told you I had been afraid.”
Her voice trembled.