I married a stranger I met in a hospital waiting room so he wouldn’t die alone—after just one week of marriage, his lawyer handed me his backpack.

“How do you keep track of all these people?”

Thomas had smiled.

“I don’t.”

“You clearly do.”

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

He remembered everything.

At the time, I’d laughed.

Now… I understood.

Paying attention had been the way he loved people.

Three days later, I met his attorney again.

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