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

every conversation we’d shared.

He remembered everything.

One afternoon I’d asked him,

“How do you keep track of all these people?”

Thomas had smiled.

“I don’t.”

“You clearly do.”

“No.” He looked out the hospital window. “I just try to pay attention while they’re talking.”

He remembered everything.

At the time, I’d laughed.

Now I understood.

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