I married my high school sweetheart at seventy-three to honor his final wish—but after his funeral, his lawyer came to my door and said, “You walked straight into his trap.”

transferred to my ward.

“He knew,” I whispered. “He knew what Raymond was planning to do to me?”

“He did. That’s why the wedding happened when it did, why I was there, and why he asked you to sign those papers.”

I pressed the note to my chest. I hadn’t said his name out loud in years, and now it was the only name that mattered.

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