he'd step in. "Which one of you got to choose your parents before you were born?"
The class fell silent.
Adam continued, "Then let me ask you this. Can any of you guarantee that every single one of your parents and ancestors was a saint?"
One by one, they lowered their heads in shame. I was won over too, by that razor-sharp sense of justice and the silver tongue that delivered it.
I said yes when he asked me to be his girlfriend.
Honestly, before I met him, dating had never crossed my mind. My mother's scandal had left deep scars, and I carried that darkness everywhere I went.
He was the light that found me there, warming every shadow until it was gone.
And now here I stood, drenched in a downpour, unable to make sense of any of it.
How could someone that good become the man standing in front of me now?
My vision went black. I hit the ground.
When I woke, it was already night. I was lying in a hospital bed with an IV needle taped to the back of my hand, fluid dripping steadily into my veins.
The doctor said, "You've been under too much emotional stress. You need to stay calm and rest."
I said, "Okay."
The word barely left my mouth before my phone rang.