I’M 80 AND NEVER MARRIED AFTER MY FIRST LOVE VANISHED IN VIETNAM – LAST WEEK, A STRANGER WHO LOOKED EXACTLY LIKE HIM HANDED ME A BLUE BOX

question I had avoided for far too long.

“Did he marry?”

Edward’s hands tightened around the steering wheel.

“Yes.”

That single word struck harder than I expected.

“Who was she?”

“My mother helped him recover after he came home.”

“Yes.”

“Did she know about me?”

“She knew there had been someone before the war. She never knew your name.”

“Did he love her?”

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