He paused, weighing his words as if they were fragile things that might break between us. I felt the air shift, the warmth of the evening gone, replaced by a chill that settled in my bones.
“The truth about why I really wanted to marry you,” he said finally, his voice low and deliberate.
My heart raced. Every insecurity I’d ever had surged back with new life. Did he still see me as that awkward high school girl? Was this all some elaborate game?
