me one final document.
A medical authorization.
My eyes widened.
I looked up.
Adrian smiled sadly.
“The treatment.”
The experimental treatment.
The one we couldn’t afford.
The one that might wake Lisa.
“It starts next week.”
My throat tightened.
“You paid for it?”
“Completely.”
I started crying.
Not from relief.
Not from gratitude.
From exhaustion.
Years of fear.
Years of fighting.
Years of believing I was alone.
And suddenly none of it made sense anymore.
“Why marry me?”
The question had been waiting since the proposal.
Now it finally came
