“I said that Jem proposed to me,” she whispered. “He asked if I would marry him. And I said I would.” Will had gone shockingly white. He said, “Jem. My Jem?” She nodded, without words to say. Will staggered and put his hand on the back of a chair for balance. He looked like someone who had been suddenly, viciously kicked in the stomach. “When?” “This morning. But we have been growing closer, much closer, for a long time.”
