For several seconds, I couldn’t speak.
The heart monitor continued beeping beside us.
“Gloria…”
“Don’t answer now,” she said softly. “Go home. Sleep on it. But don’t say no just because you’re afraid of what people will think.”
That was exactly what frightened me.
That night, I didn’t sleep.
By sunrise, I drove to the nursing home and found Sarah in the break room.
“I need to tell you something,” I said. “And please don’t laugh.”
She lowered her coffee.
“You look terrible.”
“Gloria asked me to marry her.”
Sarah didn’t laugh.
She didn’t even blink.
Instead, she rubbed her forehead.
“Please tell me you said no.”
“I haven’t answered.”
“Daniel, do you understand how this will look?”
“I know.”
“No, I don’t think you do. You’re thirty-four. She’s eighty-two. You work at the home where she lived. People will say you manipulated her.”
“I know.”
“Management could fire you.”
“I know.”
“You could lose your career.”
I stared at the floor.
“She’s dying, Sarah. She’s alone. She asked me for one thing.”
“She could have asked for anything else.”
“But she didn’t.”