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

pushing a door open when he could leave it unlocked and let you choose.

That was how Thomas did things.

I unzipped the backpack with shaking hands.

There was no money.

No jewelry.

No legal papers that made me rich or trapped me in some strange obligation.

Only envelopes.

Dozens of them.

There was no money.

Each labeled with a place.

Bus Stop.

Grocery Store.

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