The Right Person
He went down on one knee and, with quiet solemnity, slipped a ring onto my finger.
“Helen, thank you for agreeing to marry me. From now on, I’ll protect you. I’ll never let you suffer even the smallest grievance.”
For some reason, the scene felt eerily familiar.
It was as if, long ago, someone else had once promised to rescue me from hell.
…
The hazy memory unsettled me. During the break in the party, I wandered alone into the garden to clear my thoughts.
I hadn’t gone far when I ran into Connor. I turned to leave without a word, but he grabbed my arm.