"I need to tell you something," he said slowly. "It's been bothering me. And now that you're questioning things, I feel like I need to tell you." I looked up at him. "Tell me what?" "James asked me to take care of you if something ever happened to him." I didn't doubt that James would do that. But I did have one question. "When did he ask you that?" "He asked me twice actually. Once right before you two moved to New York. I didn't know you that well, but I was already grateful for what you had done for him. I don't think you realize how happy you made him." I tried to blink back my tears. "And he asked me again the night before you two got married." That was sweet. But it made my stomach unsettled. Why would James ask him again? "I just need you to know that he didn't need to ask m

