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'

I opened my mouth, then stopped.

Her anger wasn't really aimed at me.

    "Everyone thinks he's amazing."

It was fear wearing armor.

    "You think he'll keep giving pieces of himself away until there's nothing left for you."

Her face changed. Barely.

"Everyone thinks he's amazing."

"He is."

"See?"

"And you have every right to be mad at him."

    I looked down at the ring on my hand.

Sophie sat beside me.

"He fixes everybody's problems. Neighbors. Friends. People from work. Somebody calls at midnight, he's already finding his keys. Everybody says he's generous. Nobody asks what it costs us."

I looked down at the ring on my hand.

I had loved Nathan's generosity because I benefited from it more than anyone.

Sophie had lived with the cost.

"He should have told me about you."

    My parents stood near the empty tables.

"Obviously."