I Married a Terminally Ill Man Because It Was His Final Wish – After His Funeral, His Lawyer Knocked on My Door and Said, ‘He Made Me Wait Until Today to Tell You Who He Really Was’

The branches stirred above me. Red leaves moved across the sky like small, bright letters.

For a moment, I considered returning Carl’s leaf to the book. Instead, I let it fall beside the roots.

Not discarded… Returned.

I closed the novel and carried it home.