David touched my arm.
“Laura, we should go somewhere private.”
I pulled away.
“No. Last night, you let me think you were sleeping with this woman. Emma obviously knows something. Ryan knows her. Nobody is taking me into another room and telling me to be patient.”
The woman looked at me.
“You want to know why David knows me?”
“Yes.”
“Because your daughter is marrying my son.”
The lobby seemed to go silent.
I looked at Ryan.
“No.”
He closed his eyes briefly.
“She’s my biological mother.”
I turned back to the woman.
Everything I had believed for the past 12 hours collapsed, only to be replaced by ten new questions.
Emma moved closer to Ryan.
I looked at her.
“You knew?”
She nodded.
“How long?”
“A couple of months.”
I felt almost dizzy.
“And David?”
Emma looked at her father.
“I asked Dad to help.”
It came out slowly after that.
