When my brother-in-law put a ring on my 18-year-old daughter’s finger, everyone at the table went silent. My brother-in-law didn’t answer. He simply slid the ring box toward me…

“Done.”

And that was when Robert suddenly stood up.

At first, I assumed he wanted to make a toast.

But he didn’t pick up his glass.

Instead, he walked over to Emma.

“Uncle, what are you doing?” she asked, still smiling.

Robert stopped in front of her.

“I’ve been waiting exactly eighteen years for this moment.”

The laughter around the table stopped instantly.

I looked at David.