My Daughter Brought Home a Pale, Tattooed Goth Boy, and My Husband Immediately Told Him to Leave – Then the Boy Placed His Phone on the Table, and My Husband Went Even Paler

That’s why he can’t see you.” He paused. “You look so much like her… and him.”

 

“Did you ever tell him you helped my mom?”

 

I stared at Daniel.

 

I loved my husband. But in all our time together, I’d never known him to be such a… coward.

 

“Evan, you need to go,” Daniel repeated.

 

“No,” I said.

 

Daniel’s face hardened. “We can’t just put them in a room together and hope everyone comes out okay. Didn’t you hear what I said about Mark?”

 

I’d never known him to be such a… coward.

 

I turned to Evan.

 

“You can go if you want to, Evan. You can hide upstairs until Mark leaves. That’s your choice to make, but you…” I turned back to Daniel. “You’ve spent nearly twenty years avoiding one uncomfortable sentence.”

 

Daniel stared at me. “What sentence?”

 

“The one where you tell Mark what you actually think of

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