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

had been the way he loved people.

Three days later, I met his attorney again.

The little office above the bookstore smelled faintly of old paper and coffee.

The green backpack rested beside my chair.

“I’ve read the notebook,” I said.

Paying attention had been the way he loved people.

He nodded. “I thought you might.”

“But I still don’t understand why he married continue reading …