After my husband died, a nurse accidentally let it slip that a woman had been visiting him for several weeks before his death 

I almost forgot she was there.

Jack’s letter continued.

I know you’re angry with me already.

You probably have questions about the woman standing in front of you.

Please don’t blame her.

Her name is Claire.

And she isn’t my lover.

My knees nearly gave way.

I looked up at the woman.

“Claire?”