“Aren’t you angry?”
“Of course I am. But she’s already embarrassed. If I turn this into a confrontation, she’ll feel even more uncomfortable.”
The following morning, I overheard Daniel speaking on the phone.
“Sunday at six sounds great, Tyler. See you then.”
I waited until he hung up.
“Please tell me you didn’t invite him here.”
“I invited him to dinner.”
“Daniel, what are you planning?”
“Nothing dramatic.”
“Then why?”
He looked toward the stairs.
“Because Emma is afraid that respecting herself will mean losing someone she cares about. I want her to understand that she has choices.”
Emma was equally suspicious when we told her.
“Dad, are you going to yell at Tyler?”
“No.”
“Did you tell him I cried?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Then why is he coming?”
“Because he’s someone important to you, and I’d like to know him better.”
She frowned.
“You’re acting really strange.”
