Chapter 3 — Marry Me, Nora

Then, one afternoon, Julian reached for my hand.

“Marry me, Nora,” he whispered.

My heart started pounding.

“Julian,” I said gently.

“You’re seriously ill.

We barely know each other.” It was true, and it was the reasonable thing to say, and every sensible bone in my body said it.

But Julian only touched my fingers, and looked at me with those tired, kind eyes, and explained.