My Daughter Brought a Heavily Tattooed Biker to Our Family Dinner and Introduced Him as Her Fiancé – My Husband Went Pale the Moment the Man Removed His Jacket

Alice looked at her father.

“I met Lana.”

Patrick went completely still.

“What?”

“Two months ago.”

“You met her?”

“Aaron took me.”

Patrick looked at Aaron.

He nodded.

“She was sick.”

His thumb moved across the tattoo.

“Very sick.”

Alice took Aaron’s hand.

“She died three weeks later.”

Patrick sat down.

“I’m sorry.”

“Thank you,” Aaron said.

Alice continued.

“One afternoon, Aaron stepped outside while I stayed with her.”

She looked at Patrick.

“She asked where I came from.”

My husband didn’t move.

“I told her.”

“And?”

“We talked.”

Alice swallowed.

“Then she looked at me for a really long time.”

Patrick’s fingers tightened.

“She said I had kind eyes.”