I Married a Stranger From a Hospital Waiting Room So He Wouldn’t Die Alone—After Our One-Week Marriage, His Lawyer Handed Me His Backpack

half out of curiosity and half out of disbelief, I’d asked him, “How do you keep track of all these people?”

Thomas had smiled. “I don’t.”

“You clearly do.”

“No.” He’d looked out the hospital window instead of at me. “I just try to pay attention while they’re talking.”

At the time, I’d laughed it off as another one of his strange little sayings. Now, continue reading …