After My Wife Died, I Found Out We’d Been Divorced for over 20 Years – What I Learned Next Shocked Me Even More
The day my wife, Claire, died, the house seemed to forget how to breathe. Sunlight streamed through the living room windows, just like it always had, spilling soft gold across the rug and warming her favorite chair. But the light felt wrong. Hollow. It didn’t know where to land anymore. I stood in the doorway, staring at that chair as if it might remember her better than I could. “You’ll never win an argument standing in a doorway, James,” Claire used to say, raising one brow over the rim of