A quiet man wearing a gray suit introduced himself as Walter, Thomas’s attorney.
I thought it was unusual for a lawyer to attend such a small ceremony.
But Thomas held my hand, and I pushed the thought aside.
His eyes shone when he said his vows.
Mine did too.
After the ceremony, Walter opened a leather briefcase and placed a folder on the rolling table beside Thomas’s bed.
“There are a few documents that need your signature,” he explained. “Take as much time as you need.”
I did not take much time.
I trusted Thomas completely.
Whenever Walter pointed to a line, I signed my name.
That evening, I told Raymond what had happened.
His reaction was immediate.
“Have you completely lost your mind?” he shouted through the phone. “You married a dying man you barely know?”
