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’

The cheesecake tilted dangerously in her hands.

Marissa walked closer.

“No.”

Henry stayed still.

She set the cake on the patio table.

Then reached toward the small top drawer.

Her fingers rested on the old brass handle.

I looked between Graham and Henry.

“You still haven’t told me what the deal was.”

Henry glanced at our daughter, then back at me.