EMILY WATCHED THE HORROR-struck look as the color drained from Nathan’s cheeks and she felt a moment’s regret as acid dropped into the pit of her stomach.
He needed to know what he’d done. His ability to hold himself aloof from everyone needed to be rectified. He’d constructed an ice tower around himself, it was obvious. But it was killing him.
She pushed forward. “Nathan deserves to know how much he has affected everyone’s lives, so without rushing him, please feel free to speak to him throughout the night. He is a humble man, and I think it’s important he knows what his hard work has achieved. Thank you and enjoy the night.”
There was silence and then a round of applause as people started to surge towards Nathan. Women, young and old, some dragging children, others by themselves. But
