I Never Married After My First Love Disappeared in Vietnam—At 80, a Stranger Who Looked Just Like Him Handed Me a Blue Box

with Edward beside him. His breathing was labored.

A red carnation stood near the window.

I sat on his other side and opened our book.

“I think it’s time, Isobel.”

My voice shook, so Edward continued reading.

When his voice failed, Wren took over.

Near sunrise, Benjamin opened his eyes.

He looked at Edward.

“My boy.”

Edward leaned close. “I’m here, Dad.”

Benjamin continue reading …