It turned out that my quiet, gentle wife — the woman everyone thought was homeless — was the missing daughter of a wealthy Chicago businessman. Her family owned several companies, and after a bitter inheritance battle years ago, she’d walked away from it all.
Through tears, she told me, “I thought I had nothing left. But when you found me, I realized what home really means.”
Her father took her hands and wept. Then he turned to me and said something I’ll never forget:
The Day the Gossip Died
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