month was real. What I lied about was why I asked you to marry me.”
I lowered the letter.
Then immediately picked it up again.
“My arrangements were already taken care of. Hospice or the county would have handled the paperwork. I wasn’t going to disappear without a name.”
I stood so quickly my chair scraped across the floor.
“What did you do, Larry?”
There was nowhere for my anger to go.
He was dead.
I couldn’t call him.
I couldn’t demand an explanation.
I couldn’t even force him to
