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

I wandered through the farmers’ market. Bought peaches I didn’t really need.

Then drove to the little ice cream stand on Oakridge Street.

Vanilla.

Thomas had guessed correctly.

It was my favorite.

Thomas had guessed correctly.

On the way home I stopped beside the lake.

The ducks ignored me completely.

I laughed out loud.

People stared.

For once, I didn’t care.continue reading …