a reason that wasn’t true.
I’d married him.
***
I forced myself to continue.
“The liver failure was real. The month was real. The lie was why I asked you to marry me.”
I set the letter down for a second, then picked it right back up.
“The lie was why I asked you to marry me.”
“My arrangements were already handled. I knew somebody from hospice or the county would deal with the paperwork. I wasn’t going to disappear without a name. Larry had thanked me every time.
At the
