My Husband Invited Our Daughter’s First Boyfriend to Dinner

I wanted to grab my phone and call his mother immediately.

But Emma caught my wrist.

« Please, Mom. Don’t tell her. »

« Emma, he had no right to say that. »

« I know. Just please don’t make it worse. »

« How would I make it worse? »

Her eyes filled again.

« I don’t want him to break up with me. »

That hurt more than anything Tyler had said.

Emma was 15, and Tyler was her first boyfriend.