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

“Did she fake caring for you when your father died?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you have evidence she did?”

“No.”

“Did she manufacture thirty-six years of ordinary behavior?”

“I don’t know.”

“Then don’t invent certainty in either direction.”

Claire and my therapist had apparently formed a conspiracy to make me tolerate ambiguity.

PART 26 — MARGARET’S EARLY DIARIES

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