My Daughter Brought Home a Pale, Tattooed Goth Boy, and My Husband Immediately Told Him to Leave – Then the Boy Placed His Phone on the Table, and My Husband Went Even Paler

She asked the question I was thinking.

“If Mark treated Claire like that, why are you still friends with him?”

Daniel looked ashamed.

“We aren’t close.”

“He’s coming to our house,” Maya replied.

“I know.”

Evan’s voice was quiet.

“Did he ever know that you helped my mom leave?”

“No.”

Daniel shook his head.

“I promised Claire I wouldn’t tell him where she went.”

Then he looked at Evan.

“That’s why I reacted the way I did when I saw you.”

“Because I look like her?”

Daniel nodded.

“And you also resemble Mark.”

I finally understood.

Daniel hadn’t reacted to Evan’s clothes.

Or his hair.

Or his tattoos.

He had recognized something from his past.