Her eyes widened. “To your wedding? Right now?”

“If you feel strong enough. It’s just down the hall in the chapel.”

She nodded eagerly, tears falling freely. “I would love that more than anything.”

I stepped back into the hallway. Anna was still there, twisting her hands, staring at the floor.

For the first time since I’d known her, she looked unsure.

Like she expected me to walk away.

I stopped in front of her. She looked up, searching my face.

“You were right,” I said.

She blinked.

“That I care. That I needed this.”

A tear slipped down her cheek. “I just wanted you to be whole, Logan.”

“I know now. And I’m sorry I accused you of being cruel. I was just scared.”

“I know,” she whispered.

I took her hands. “Thank you, Anna, for being my courage. For giving me this chance to know the truth. I wish you hadn’t had to do it this way, but if you still want to… let’s get married.”

She smiled.

Ten minutes later, we stood in the small hospital chapel.

It wasn’t elegant. No decorations, barely any guests. Mrs. Patterson handed Anna the white bouquet.

My mother sat at the front in a wheelchair.

As Anna walked toward me, I no longer saw hospital walls. I saw the woman who loved me enough to face my deepest fears for me.

My mother signed the marriage certificate as our witness. Her hand shook, but her name was steady.

When I spoke my vows, I meant every word.

We walked out of that chapel as husband and wife. My mother was smiling, Anna was glowing, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t feel like the abandoned child from the orphanage.

I didn’t feel like a mistake.

I felt chosen.

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