I could tell he was trying to keep the mood cheerful, but as he studied my charts, even I knew something wasn't quite right. “Your weigh-in last time was one twenty seven.” He adjusted his glasses and flipped the page. “This time, you're sitting at one twenty nine. You've ...
I didn't know you could have a heart attack in your mid-twenties. Jayce was still down on his knee, looking up at me, waiting for an answer. “Well?” “You want to get married.” He nodded. Squeezed my ha...