His eyes shone when he said his vows.

Mine did too.

After the ceremony, Walter opened a leather briefcase and placed a folder on the rolling table beside Thomas’s bed.

“There are a few documents that need your signature,” he explained. “Take as much time as you need.”

I did not take much time.

I trusted Thomas completely.

Whenever Walter pointed to a line, I signed my name.

That evening, I told Raymond what had happened.

His reaction was immediate.

“Have you completely lost your mind?” he shouted through the phone. “You married a dying man you barely know?”

“I have known Thomas longer than I have known you.”

“You’re being manipulated,” Raymond snapped. “Some stranger sees an elderly nurse with a pension and convinces her to marry him. You need to get the marriage annulled immediately.”

“No.”

PART2

“Nancy, you don’t understand what you’ve done.”