ALYSSA
I hung up the phone, my heart racing with mixed emotions. Jake had finally agreed to marry me, but the relief was overshadowed by the burden of his condition. I leaned back in my chair, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on my shoulders. As I sat there, I felt a soft nudge on my arm. It was Pamela, sitting beside me with a curious expression on her face.
“What did Jake say?” she asked, her voice low, almost as if she didn’t want to break the moment of silence that had enveloped us.
I let out a long sigh, feeling the tension in my chest. “Well, he agreed to marry me, but…” I said slowly, trying to gauge Pamela's reaction. Her eyes widened with excitement, and a smile broke across her face. But just as quickly, I saw a flicker of concern.
“But what?” she prompted, leani
