My Dying Wife Asked Me to Find My First Love as Her Final Wish—When Claire Told Me Why, My Knees Nearly Gave Out
She let me grieve a rejection she had manufactured.
Then gradually became the person helping me heal from it.
A year later, we were dating.
Two years after that, married.
I whispered:
“She planned it.”
Claire answered gently:
“I don’t know how much she planned at the beginning.”