“No.”
“Did you think there was anything wrong with them?”
“No.”
“Then why would you let somebody else’s opinion decide what you do with your body?”
Emma stared at her plate.
“Because I like him.”
Daniel’s expression softened.
“I understand that, honey.”
“What if he stops liking me?”
He reached across the table and took her hand.
“Then you’ll be hurt. I won’t pretend otherwise. But you cannot spend your life changing yourself every time somebody threatens to stop liking you.”
Emma began to cry again.
Daniel stood, walked around the table, and kissed the top of her head.
“You don’t have to figure everything out tonight.”
Then he returned to his dinner.
That was it.
No dramatic speech. No threats.
After Emma went upstairs, I followed my husband into the kitchen.
“Daniel, are you seriously going to let this go?”
He was rinsing plates.
“Let what go?”
“What Tyler did!”
