I Married a Stranger in a Hospital Waiting Room So He Wouldn’t Die Alone—One Week Later, His Lawyer Handed Me His Backpack

page contained only two sentences.

“People think loneliness is the absence of company.

Most of the time, it’s the absence of being noticed.”

The notebook still waited at the bottom.

The words felt strangely familiar, though I couldn’t remember Thomas ever saying them aloud.

I turned the page.

There wasn’t a diary waiting for me.

There weren’t confessions continue reading …