My Dying Wife Asked Me to Find My First Love as Her Final Wish—When Claire Told Me Why, My Knees Nearly Gave Out
“I moved for Thomas twice,” she said.
“I hated it.”
I laughed unexpectedly.
“Maybe I would’ve hated Chicago.”
“You hated snow.”
“Still do.”
“Exactly.”
Fantasy lost a little of its grip.
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