I imagine Warren sitting in the front seat of his car in the parking lot, and my heart flutters. Nothing has ever come close to the comfort I have received from him today. This morning in his arms, the firm hand clasped around mine at the hospital. He sees my messy…and stays. I shake my head, realizing what I’m about to say is perhaps the first time I’ve admitted it to myself as well. “I think I might be in love with him.”
