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

place that smelled faintly of old paper and burnt coffee. The green backpack sat beside my chair, its zipper still slightly open from all my searching.

“I’ve read the notebook,” I told him.

He nodded slowly. “I thought you might.”

“But I still don’t understand why he married me.”

The attorney was quiet for a long moment, studying me carefully before he continue reading …