For one frightening moment the day before, I had thought I had lost my husband twice—once to death, and once to a secret I didn’t understand.
But now I knew the truth.
After seventy-two years, I hadn’t known every part of Walter.
I had only known the part of him that loved me most.
And in the end, that was more than enough.
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