There were photos too — old ones of us as teenagers, and newer ones. Thomas had somehow found pictures of me over the decades: my nursing graduation, moments from my career, even a photo of me at my mother’s funeral.
Mr. Harlan continued softly, “Thomas never married because he never stopped loving you. He built a successful construction business and invested wisely. He bought a house in your name in 1995. He opened investment accounts for you. He updated his will every few years. But there was one legal problem.”
He handed me a thick folder.
“Because you were never officially married, many of these assets could have been contested by his distant cousins. By marrying you — even at the very end — everything now passes to you cleanly and legally. That was his plan all along. He waited his entire life for the chance to take care of you.”
Tears streamed down my face as I read letter after letter. In each one, Thomas wrote about his love, his loneliness, and his hope that one day I would return.
