"No, it really won't."
"You said the same thing to Wanda."
Christian's voice was hoarse. "I know. I don't deserve you risking your lives for me at all."
I knew I had said some terrible things, but I really couldn't control myself. Wanda had succeeded; she had transferred her pain to me.
I had nothing before, so I never worried about gain or loss. But then I had Christian's love, and I began to fear losing it.
I clutched the blanket, tears streaming down my face. Christian took my hand and apologized.
"I'm sorry..."
"It's not your fault."
"Let's get married, okay?"
"No."
I knew he was trying to reassure me.
Christian brought me a tablet and we looked at wedding dresses together. He had already found a designer; I didn't know when he had prepared all this.
But could I really wear
