And that was exactly what I was afraid of.
That night, I did not sleep.
By sunrise, I drove straight to the nursing home and pulled Sarah into the break room.
“I need to tell you something,” I said, “and please don’t laugh.”
Sarah set down her coffee. “Daniel, you look awful.”
“Gloria asked me to marry her.”
Sarah did not laugh.
She did not even blink.
Then she rubbed her forehead like a headache had just started.
“Please tell me you said no.”
“I haven’t answered yet.”
“Daniel,” she said carefully, “do you understand how this looks? A thirty-four-year-old orderly marrying an eighty-two-year-old woman with no family? People will say terrible things. Management will investigate.”
“I know.”
“Do you? Because this could destroy your career.”
“She’s dying, Sarah. She’s alone. She asked me for one thing.”
“She could have asked for a hundred other things.”
“But she asked for this.”
Sarah studied my face.
“You’re going to say yes, aren’t you?”
I looked down.
“I don’t know if what I have to lose matters more than what she has to lose.”
Sarah sighed. “That’s always been your problem, Daniel. You never believe you have anything worth protecting.”
That afternoon, I returned to Gloria’s hospital room.
She was sitting up with a paperback in her lap, and she smiled as soon as she saw me.
