"Amber, I'm sixty years old. I have a bad knee, a heart condition, and a daughter who hates me. I can offer you maybe twenty good years, if I'm lucky. Probably less."
"Robert—"
"But those years are yours if you want them. Every single day. I will love you until my last breath and probably after. So... will you marry me?"
She said yes.
The wedding is in three months.
Elena still won't speak to me. David is coming, reluctantly. My friends think I've lost my mind. The internet would call me a predator and her a victim.
But every morning, I wake up next to a woman who chose me. Not my money, not my status — me. A broken, aging man who thought his life was over.
I don't know how long I have left. Nobody does.