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

Had she meant herself?

Had she felt guilty?

Had she believed what she did was justified because she loved me?

Questions multiplied faster than answers.

Eventually I said aloud:

“Stop.”

The car was silent.

I drove home.

PART 12 — THE HOUSE

I sat in the driveway for almost two hours.