I began crying.
“And she’s already on her way here.”
Robert was still kneeling beside my bed, sobbing.
“Margaret, I’ve stolen your entire life from you…”
I looked at him.
For decades, I had dreamed
“My Husband Forced Me to Work for 50 Years and Took Every Penny I Earned. When I Got Sick, He Said, ‘You’re a Useless Old Woman.’ But the Doctor Discovered Something That Made Him Fall to His Knees and Sob…”
