I looked at him.
“You tried to meet me.”
“Yes.”
“Lauren kept postponing.”
“Yes.”
“Then this was something she needed to tell you.”
He nodded.
“She did.”
I looked at my daughter.
“I love you, Lauren.
But I don’t know how to make this disappear before you get married.”
She began crying again.
“Neither do I.”
For the first time, we agreed without pretending.