At seventy-three, I married the boy I had loved when we were teenagers. I believed fate had given us one final chance. Then, only weeks after our wedding, Thomas passed away. The day after his funeral, his lawyer arrived at my door and told me something that made my blood run cold.
I married my high school sweetheart at 73 — after his funeral, his lawyer knocked on my door and said: “You walked right into his TRAP.”
