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

After a moment’s hesitation, we all took a seat at the table.

Daniel started talking.

“That doesn’t explain why you freaked out.”

“Mark and I were best friends back then. Like brothers. We did everything together. When he first started dating Claire, their relationship seemed perfect.”

“But?” I asked.

Daniel’s expression turned grim.

“Mark started controlling everything. Where she went, who she talked to, how much she spent.”

“Mark and I were best friends back then.”

Evan leaned forward. “And nobody said anything?”

Daniel looked at him. “No.”

Evan leaned back and let out a harsh breath.

“I became the only man Mark trusted to be around her. We got close,” Daniel continued. “When Claire got pregnant, and Mark started getting really possessive and jealous, she told him she was leaving. But he wouldn’t let her.”

“And nobody said anything?”

“What does that mean?” Evan leaned forward again. “Did he hurt her?”

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