155 — “Be my wife, Rosalie.”

I can’t control my legs that abruptly rise out of the tub while my trembling hands grip the edge, making sure I don’t slip on the floor, which is wet from the water dropping off my body. I reach for the bathrobe quickly, wrapping the sticky fabric on my skin.

But now that I’m standing a few steps from the door, I’m frozen in place, my heart pounding in my throat. I’m scared, with many doubts and i