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

“Jess,” Patrick said.

“I need something to do.”

“You always do that when conversations get uncomfortable.”

I stopped.

He was right.

I put the plates back down.

“Fine.”

I sat.

“Then let’s be uncomfortable.”

Patrick sighed.

“Why did you and Lana break up?”

“Her  family moved to London.”

I waited.

He knew I wasn’t accepting half an answer anymore.

“She wanted me to go with her.”

Alice frowned.

“You were going to move to London?”

“That was the plan.”

I looked at Patrick.

“Whose plan?”

“Ours.”

There it was.

Not some youthful romance he’d simply outgrown.

There had been a plan.

A future.

A promise.

“What happened?”

“I stayed.”

“Obviously.”

“Jess.”

“Did Lana know you weren’t coming?”