I Married a Man 30 Years Older for His Fortune

Emma never left.

I remembered sleeping in that uncomfortable hospital chair.

Feeding him soup when his hands shook too badly.

Reading novels aloud because he couldn’t focus on television.

Holding his hand during the nights he was terrified.

His children had visited exactly twice.

Once for fifteen minutes.

The second time to ask about changes to the will.

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