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

Then Maya asked the question I was already thinking.

“If Mark did all this, why is he still your friend?”

“He’s probably on his way here right now,”

Shame crossed Daniel’s face.

“We’re not close. I kept him at a distance.”

“He is literally coming here tonight,” Maya said.

Daniel looked down. “I know.”

Evan’s voice was quiet. “Did you ever tell him you helped my mom?”

“No. I promised Claire I wouldn’t tell him where she’d gone. 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?”