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Like I was a husband. Like she wasn’t just a roof I was standing under.
I Married an Older Woman for Money and a Place to Stay – After Her Funeral, Her Lawyer Handed Me a Box and Said, ‘This Is What You Really Wanted’
“How’s the retirement plan?”
I glanced at Evie. She was smiling at the mug I’d made her.
“Damon?” she asked. “Everything all right?”
“Yeah,” I said, already typing. “Just Jesse being stupid.”
