Silence fell. Our daughter looked at us with confusion and anger:

— So what? He’s not the same person he was twenty years ago! I love him!

My husband’s former classmate walked out of the house. Our daughter ran after him and slammed the door.

We were left alone. My husband was breathing heavily, his hands trembling. I understood him – an old wound had suddenly reopened. But I also understood our daughter: you don’t choose your feelings.

Now we faced the hardest decision: either we accept this man for our daughter’s happiness, or we risk losing her trust forever.