“I don’t need to.”
Daniel had spent years telling our daughter not to judge people based on clothes, tattoos, hair, money, jobs, or anything else superficial.
He had once given Maya a thirty-minute lecture because she called a classmate “weird.”
Now he was staring at Evan like the kid had walked into our house carrying a knife.
“Daniel, enough,” I said. “If this is meant to be a joke, then it isn’t funny.”
Daniel had spent years telling our daughter not to judge people
His eyes stayed on Evan.
“Sarah, please. Just… trust me.”
Something in his voice changed my anger.
He wasn’t disgusted; he was scared.
And somehow, Evan seemed to know exactly what Daniel was afraid of.
He wasn’t disgusted; he was scared.
Evan hadn’t said a word.
He was studying Daniel’s face with an expression I couldn’t understand.
Maya turned toward him.
“Evan?”
“Yeah,” he sighed. “Let’s do this.”
