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

Then guilt for grieving it in front of a woman whose actual husband had died four years earlier.

“Were you happy?”

Claire looked at the photograph.

“Yes.”

No hesitation.

“I loved Thomas.”

That mattered.

The alternate life my mind wanted to create suddenly became less simple.