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

Humiliated.

I understood why Claire stopped.

I hated that I understood.

Margaret moved to Chicago six months after me.

That part of our marriage story had always sounded romantic.

Coincidence.

Two college friends reconnecting in a new city.

She called after arriving.

We had coffee.