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 refused to give me that certainty.

“We know she intercepted the letter,” she said.

“We know she lied to both of us.”

“Yes.”

“We know she moved to Chicago.”

“Yes.”

“Do we know whether she expected you to marry her when she wrote the fake letter?”

I said nothing.