Jonah leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs and turning his medic alert bracelet around and around. I could see him measuring words and assembling sentences, working up the courage to tell me something that was going to change everything. “If you’re going to ask me to marry you, the answer is no,” I said. “We hardly know each other. I need at least three more cupcakes.” Jonah laughed lightly. “That’s not it?” I said, trying to lighten the moment but my voice wouldn’t play along. “Ar