His shoulders relaxed.
“Thank you.”
***
That evening the hospital administrator called me.
“We found something.”
A man who needed my signature
My stomach tightened.
“What?”
“We ran a financial disclosure after opening the investigation.”
“And?”
“Your husband is carrying debts well into six figures.”
I closed my eyes.
My stomach tightened.
“Gambling?”
“We don’t know. Loans. Credit. Judgments. But one thing is clear.”
“What?”
“He wasn’t trying to marry you because he was dying.”
Silence settled between us.
“He was trying to use you. I’d double check your bank accounts
