Another three months passed.
The landlady said I looked much healthier now.
That evening, a light snow began to fall.
Wrapped in a scarf, I sat on the stone bench by the river and watched the snow drift silently through the air.
Suddenly, the landlady hurried out of the guesthouse, waving my phone.
"Nancy! Your phone! Your brother has called seven or eight times already!"
I took it from her.
After hesitating for a moment, I finally answered.
Adam's voice came through the receiver.
"Nancy... I'm at the bridge by the entrance to town."
Adam was so gaunt that I barely recognized him.
The black down jacket hung loosely from his thin frame.
Pressed tightly against his chest was a faded velvet box.
"Nancy..."
The moment he saw me, his knees buckled.
He dropped into the snow.
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