An elderly woman asked me to marry her as her final wish — and after she passed away, her lawyer handed me her hospital bag and said, “She chose you for a reason.”
“I had a nephew once,” Gloria told me one evening, stirring her tea more slowly than usual. “Marcus. He stopped visiting once he realized I wasn’t leaving anytime soon. But he’ll come back the moment he hears I’m gone. People are like that, Daniel. You’ll learn.”
