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

There was a tattoo there.

A portrait of a woman.

Dark hair.

Bright eyes.

A beautiful smile.

It was detailed enough that it was obviously based on a photograph.

Patrick put his fork down.

His face had lost all color.

Alice noticed too.

“Dad?”

Patrick continued staring.

Then he asked Aaron a question that changed the entire evening.

“Who is that woman?”

Aaron glanced at his tattoo.

His expression softened.

“My mother.”

Patrick swallowed.

“What was her name?”

Aaron frowned slightly.

“Lana.”

Patrick closed his eyes.

Only for a second.

But I saw it.

Everyone did.

I looked at him.