My Dying Wife Asked Me to Find My First Love as Her Final Wish—When Claire Told Me Why, My Knees Nearly Gave Out
“But I wanted the life more than I feared the move.”
I could barely breathe.
“I wrote that I would meet you at the train station.”
“What time?”
Claire answered without hesitation.
“Eight in the morning.”
A memory flashed.
I had been at that station.