AT 76, I TOOK A BUS TO SEE MY FIRST LOVE AFTER 50 YEARS – BUT FATE INTERRUPTED BEFORE I COULD REACH HER

attack this morning.”

“Is she…”

The words stopped in my throat.

“She’s alive,” Ellen said quickly. “She’s in the hospital. They stabilized her, but they’re worried. She kept asking whether you’d already arrived. I found your number in her address book.”

I sank into the nearest seat.

“What hospital?”

She told me.

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