us stranger who was now staying in our guest room. W

ances at him. He was charming and witty, regaling us with stories of his busines

ongside Jackson to the living room. "So, Jackson, what do

I'm a bit of an adventure junkie, I'm afraid. I

ounded exactly like something I

avel more," I said, feeli

erious. "You should do it, th

id he know about my diagnosis? No, i

urned to me and whispered, "Hey, Cec

owed him to the garden.

ke there's something special about you, Cecilia.

reeling. Was this a date?

finally, my voice ba

es sparkling. "Great. I

ed with excitement and nerves.