His eyes were shining. So were mine.
But
a month later he passed away.
My heart was shattered. I truly mourned him.
The day after the funeral, someone knocked on my door.
It was Thomas’s lawyer.
He smiled and said:
“Thomas was right. You finally walked right into his trap.”
My hands were shaking as he handed me a BOX.
When I opened it, I SCREAMED at the top of my lungs when I saw WHAT Thomas had left for me. I thought saying goodbye to the love of my life would be the hardest thing I’d ever
have to do. I had no idea that the real reason he came back into my life wouldn’t be revealed until after he was gone.
The rain tapped softly against the living room window of my little rented apartment, and I sat there stirring instant coffee I couldn’t really afford. At 73 years old, back in the town I’d left at 17, the streets outside still seemed to know my footsteps better than I did.
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