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

“I did the right thing.”

“Claire was always overreacting,” Mark continued. “She’d get upset, threaten to leave, spend money we didn’t have. Somebody had to be the responsible one. I was trying to stop her from making another stupid decision.”

The room went quiet for a moment.

“And then you betrayed me,” Mark said in a dangerously soft tone. “We were going to have a family, and you ruined it.”

“I was trying to stop her from making another stupid decision.”

Daniel nodded slowly.

“If helping Claire leave means I betrayed you, then yes. And I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

Mark turned toward Evan.

“Where is she? Your mother kept you from me. She needs to answer for that.”

“She’s dead,” Evan replied.

Mark stopped. He seemed to take a moment to process the news, then he nodded.

“Okay… but I’m still your father. You’re still my son.”

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