My Terminally Ill Wife Asked Me to Find My First Love as Her Final Wish – When I Learned Why, My Knees Nearly Gave Out

“What happened afterward? Did you marry?”

Anna shook her head.

“No.”

“Children?”

“No. There was never anyone else I could imagine that life with.”

Forty years suddenly felt much longer.

For all that time, I’d believed Anna simply hadn’t loved me enough.

“Why didn’t you come to me? Even after you left?”

Anna lowered her eyes to her hands.

“I found out I was pregnant three weeks later.”

I stared at her.

“What?”

“I was pregnant, Walter.”

The room seemed to shift beneath me.

A child.

Mine and Anna’s.

For forty years, I’d believed I’d lost only her.

“You were carrying MY CHILD?”

“Yes.”

“What happened to the baby?”

Anna turned away.

“I gave her up.”

“Why?”

“I was twenty, alone, and terrified. Your mother had convinced me you didn’t want me anymore. She said the baby would have a better life with a family who could give her what I couldn’t.”

“And you believed her?”

“I didn’t think I had another choice.”

My chest tightened.

“Where is she now?”

“I don’t know.”

I thought that was the revelation that would change everything.

I didn’t realize Anna had barely begun.

“You never tried to tell me?”

“I tried. I went to your mother’s house. I thought the baby might make her accept us and help me reach you.”

“What happened?”

“Ruth wouldn’t give me your number. She reminded me what would happen to my family if I contacted you.”

“That’s why you disappeared?”

“That—and what she told me next.”

“What?”

“That you’d already moved on.”

“With who?”

“Carol.”

I stared at her.

“You knew about Carol?”

“Only what Ruth told me.”

“That we’d already started something?”

Anna nodded.

“She said you’d chosen Carol before I’d even left town.”

“But that wasn’t true.”

“I know that now.”

Then Anna hesitated.

“There’s more.”

My stomach tightened.

“What?”

“Carol was there that day.”

“At my mother’s house?”

“Yes. She’d stopped by with a casserole. Ruth thought she’d already left, but she was still in the parlor.”

I couldn’t move.

“Carol heard what my mother said to you?”

“Every word.”

“How do you know?”

“Because she told me. About fifteen years ago, she tracked me down through my sister and sent me a letter. I never answered.”

My throat tightened.

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