interesting.
Not because he had changed.
Because the number attached to him had.
Daniel understood why I kept that part private.
Early in our relationship, I explained everything.
He simply said,
“It’s your family. Whatever you want to tell them, I’ll follow your lead.”
And he did.
Before my sister’s wedding, my mother had met Daniel twice.
Both times, she was politely dismissive.
He wore flannel.
He drove a pickup.
He didn’t name-drop or talk about investments.
As far as she was concerned, there was nothing about him worth investigating.
