He Married Me Dying, Then His Lawyer Opened the Box

and I raised our girls. Not the condo I sold after Frank died.

All of them.

Every address I’d ever had.

Not perfect. A few dates were wrong by a year or two. One street number had been crossed out and corrected. But the list was close enough to make my scalp tighten.

I looked at Gerald.

“He knew where I was.”

Gerald nodded.

“He kept track.”

I thought of the continue reading …