My name is Lillian Carter, and I’m 62 years old now. But this story began six years ago—when I believed love had given me a second chance at happiness.
Back then, I was 59, recently retired from teaching, and still learning how to live after losing my first husband. I was lonely, grieving, and a little lost. That’s when I met Ethan Ross, a 28-year-old yoga instructor in San Francisco.
People called me foolish. They said, “He’s young enough to be your son,” and, “He’s after your money.”
