Two days after meeting Catherine, I was still broken.Couldn't sleep. Couldn't eat. Kept seeing my mother's suicide note. Kept hearing Catherine's voice.*She gave up looking for you.*Marcus had been patient. Gave me space. Didn't push. But I could see the worry in his eyes.Third night, he found me on the couch at midnight. Staring at nothing."We need to talk."My stomach dropped. Those four words. Never good."Okay."He sat beside me. Took my hand. "I've been thinking about Catherine's threat. About what she said. About us."Here it came. He was leaving. Protecting himself. Smart move."I understand," I said. "You should distance yourself. It's safer.""What? No. That's not what I'm saying.""Then what?"Marcus took a breath. "I want to marry you."The world tilted. "What?""I want to spend my life with you. Build a future. Face whatever comes together. But only if you want that too. No pressure. No timeline. Just eventually?"I pulled my hand away. "You're asking me to marry you?
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