I knew most people would never understand my decision.
But if I could give a kind, lonely elderly woman one final moment of happiness, it felt like the least I could do.
Gloria and I were married.
***
Three days after that, and two years after I’d met her, Gloria slipped away in her sleep, my hand still resting beneath hers.
I stood at her funeral in a borrowed black coat, empty and unsure of what came next. That’s when Mr. Charleston walked toward me across the wet grass, carrying the worn old bag she had never let anyone touch.
After introducing himself, he placed Gloria’s bag in my arms.
It felt heavier than it should have.
Gloria slipped away.
“She chose you for a reason,” Mr. Charleston said again, more quietly this time. He reached into a folder. “There’s a letter inside the bag, Daniel. She wanted you to read it before anything else happens. Before you make any decisions. She anticipated…”
