“I have known Thomas longer than I have known you.”
“You’re being manipulated,” Raymond snapped. “Some stranger sees an elderly nurse with a pension and convinces her to marry him. You need to get the marriage annulled immediately.”
“No.”
“Nancy, you don’t understand what you’ve done.”
“I understand perfectly.”
I ended the call.
One month later, Thomas passed away.
He died peacefully in the early morning with my hand wrapped around his.
The grief was far greater than I had expected.
We had only spent a few weeks together, but somehow those weeks contained all the love and longing of the fifty-six years we had lost.
The funeral was small.
I stood beside his grave and finally allowed myself to cry.
