The Man Who Donated a Kidney to Me Proposed a Month Later, Claiming He Was Terminally Ill and Didn't Want to Pass Alone – But Right After We Said 'I Do,' He Took My Hand and Whispered, 'Now I Can Finally Tell You the Truth'

An older woman opened the door.

"You must be Claire."

    "Of course he did."

"Is Sophie here?"

She nodded. "She doesn't want to talk to you."

"I figured."

    "Nathan called."

"Of course he did."

She almost smiled. "You can sit on the steps."

So I did.

    Finally, the door opened behind me.

Ten minutes passed.

Then fifteen.

Finally, the door opened behind me.

"This is weird," a girl said.

I turned.

Sophie had Nathan's eyes and the same unimpressed expression.

"Probably," I said.

    "I didn't marry him out of pity."

She crossed her arms. "Did you marry my dad because you felt sorry for him?"

I could have lied.

Instead, I said, "Fear affected the timing. But no, I didn't marry him out of pity."

Sophie studied me.

    "Then why did he give you part of himself before he even knew you?"