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

“Three months.”

He paused.

“Maybe four.”

Aaron stared at him.

“My mother waited four months for you?”

Patrick looked ashamed.

“She deserved better.”

“What did you tell her every time she asked when you were coming?”

“That I’d come soon.”

Aaron lowered his eyes.

I asked the question that suddenly mattered most.

“How did it end?”

Patrick stared through the kitchen window.

“She called me one night.”

“And?”

“She said she couldn’t keep waiting for somebody who wouldn’t choose.”

“What did you say?”

Patrick swallowed.

“I told her maybe she’d already made the choice for both of us when she left.”

Aaron looked at him.

Even Patrick seemed uncomfortable hearing the words again.

“I was wrong.”