My Daughter Brought Her Fiancé Home to Meet Me Before the Wedding – The Moment She Left the Room, He Said, ‘I Did My Part of the Deal, Now It’s Your Turn’

Years ago, she would have grabbed the phone.

“Let me see.”

“Delete that.”

“Is it awful?”

That night, she simply kept eating.

“That picture is evidence of a crime,” she said.

“You killed the fire,” Graham teased.

“It was raining.”

“You poured half a bottle of lighter fluid on wet wood.”

“Because you said it needed encouragement, Gray.”

“I said air.”

I laughed.

But the photograph stayed in my mind.

After dinner, Marissa stood.

“I forgot the  cheesecake.”

“You made cheesecake?” I asked.

“It’s upstairs in the little  fridge.”

Graham stared at her.

“You hid cheesecake from me?”

“I know you.” She kissed the top of his head as she passed. “I’ll be right back.”

Her footsteps disappeared upstairs.

Graham waited until we heard her  bedroom door open.

Then he set down his fork.

The warmth vanished from his face.

He leaned toward me and lowered his voice.

“