Everyone clapped.
I turned toward Nathan expecting relief.
Instead, his expression changed.
His smile vanished so completely that my stomach dropped.
He took my hand and leaned close enough that no one else could hear.
The room seemed to shrink around me.
"Now I can finally tell you the truth."
My fingers went cold.
"What truth?"
Nathan glanced toward the doors.
"I have a daughter."
The room seemed to shrink around me.
"What?"
"You promised me no lies."
"Her name is Sophie. She's twelve."
I stared at him.
"You have a twelve-year-old daughter, and you waited until after we got married to tell me?"
"I was going to tell you sooner."
"You promised me no lies."
"I know."
"Where is she?"
"She knows about the transplant."
"With her grandmother. She stays there during the school week. I have her most weekends and part of every summer. Her mother hasn't been in the picture consistently since the divorce."
