Emma turned and walked out of Dave’s house, the weight of Mark’s betrayal still pressing on her chest. But before she reached her car, she heard footsteps behind her. Dave, his face flushed with anger. “Emma, wait,” he said, his voice urgent. “I—I can’t believe what Mark said about your daughter’s skin color. I’m livid.”
Emma stopped in her tracks, surprised by the fire in his words. “Dave, I don’t know what to say.”
“I’m so sorry,” Dave continued, his expression one of genuine regret. “I never knew. I should’ve listened to you, not Mark. Please, let me make it right. I’ll take you home. I want to meet your daughter.”