He nodded. “I thought you might.”
“But I still don’t understand why he married me.”
The attorney was quiet for a long moment.
Then he asked, “What did Thomas ever ask you for?”
I blinked.
“What do you mean?”
“Think carefully.”
I did.
“But I still don’t understand why he married me.”
He never asked for money.
Never asked me to stay longer.
Never asked me to cancel plans.
Never even asked me to promise anything after he was gone.
Finally I whispered, “Nothing.”
He never asked for money.
The attorney smiled sadly.
“Exactly.”
He opened a folder resting on his desk.
Inside was a newspaper clipping.
A photograph of Thomas standing outside a community counseling center.
The article’s title read: Local Grief Counselor Retires After 40 Years of Service.
Inside was a newspaper clipping.
I stared at the picture.
“A grief counselor?”
“Yes. Thomas spent most of his life helping families after loss.”
