I Married a Stranger from a Hospital Waiting Room.. So He Wouldn’t Pass Away Alone***After Our 1Week Marriage, His Lawyer Handed Me His Backpack

No legal papers that made me rich or trapped me in some strange obligation.

Only envelopes.

Dozens of them.

Each labeled with a place.

Bus Stop.

Grocery Store.

Airport.

Laundromat.

Park Bench.