His face went flat. “You never said that to me.”
“I didn’t know he was that brand,” I snapped. “You never told me his last name. Or that he’s my age.”
Mark cleared his throat. “I know it’s strange,” he said. “But I care about her. I’m not going anywhere.”
Emily moved closer to him, protective.
“You’re making this weird, Mom,” she said. “You can’t drag your teenage breakup into my relationship.”
“Mom, I love Mark.”
The dinner was tense and superficial. After that, his name turned every conversation into a fight.
