awkwardness over it, since Maria, too, believed sheâd been stood up at the altar.â
I winced again. I was the one responsible for Maria being stood up twice âÂonce by Jesse, and then by the guy with whom she was two-Âtiming Jesse. Iâd be glad never to cross paths with her again.
âBut she acquiesced in the end. And my mother ended up leaving the ring with our parish priest, along with the letter, saying that no matter what the reason for my disappearance, she forgave me. She wanted to make sure I knew that, Susannah. Thatâs why she left the ringâÂand the letterâÂwith the priest, and not my father or any of my sisters. She knew my father would burn the letter, or order my sisters to, as well, if he ever learned of them having it. But he could not order the priest to. The priest would keep itâÂand her secretâÂforever. And he didâÂat least until he, too, died, and the ring and letter passed down through many other priests who kept my motherâs secret until at last the diocese folded. Then it must have fallen into the hands of whoever was trying to sell it online . . . and finally into those of one who knew what to do with it, Father Dominic.â
Iâd continued to keep my arms wrapped around his waist during the entirety of this speech. But now I simply couldnât stand it anymore. I dropped my arms and took a step away from him, allowing the cold wind to seep in between us.
âNo, Jesse,â I said. âNo way that story is true. That is just too many coincidences. And you know I hate coincidences. They make no sense, and I hate things that donât make sense.â
âI hate coincidences, too, Susannah.â Jesse set his jaw, but wouldnât let me go. He reached out to grasp both my hands in his, the ring box hard as a stone in one of them against my fingers. âAnd Iâm not particularly fond of miracles, either, except the one that brought you to me. But this isnât a coincidence, and it isnât a miracle, either. It makes perfect sense. And do you want to know why? My mother wrote about it in her letter. She said she knew someday I might lose faith in our family. She knew how much I disliked Maria, and didnât want to marry her, let alone be a rancher for a living instead of a doctor.
âBut she also said that she knew the one thing Iâd never lose faith in was the church. Thatâs the other reason she left the ringâÂand the letterâÂwith the priest. She said I may have stopped speaking to my family, but Iâd never stop speaking to God, and that though I might never come home to her, Iâd come back to the church someday. And when I did, Iâd find her letterâÂand the ring. And she was right, Susannah. I never lost my faith. And through it, I met you.â
My eyes stung. âJesse,â I said, though my throat was clogged suddenly with so much emotion I could hardly speak. âThatâs notâÂcome on. Thatâs not how this happened. I mean, eBay .â
His grip on my fingers tightened. A dozen yards away, the Pacific kept up its rhythmic roar, and above us, the stars burned down in a night sky that was as cloudless as if Markâs storm for Jasmin had never happened at all.
âLet me finish,â he said, his hands warm on mine. âAfter more than one hundred and fifty years of living alone in the darkness, I met you, Susannah, and through you, I met Father Dominic. Everything my mother said in her letter came true. It wasnât the same church, and it wasnât the same priest. But the letter and the ring were there, all because of you. And now I want to give that ring to you.â He opened the ring box and dropped down to one knee before me in the sand. âSo will you, Susannah Simon, kindly do me the honor of becoming my wife?â
Tears were streaming so thickly from my eyes that I could hardly see. The
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