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

Aaron leaned forward.

“What does that mean?”

I felt my stomach drop.

“How long did she think you were following her?”

Patrick looked at the table.

“A few months.”

“What were you telling her?”

He didn’t answer.

“Patrick.”

“That I needed more time.”

“To do what?”

“To get things sorted here.”

“But you weren’t sorting things out, were you?”

Silence.

“You’d already decided to stay.”

“It didn’t feel like I’d decided.”

“But you had.”

Patrick stood and walked into the kitchen.

I followed.

So did Aaron.

Patrick gripped the counter.

“How long did she wait?” I asked.