My Husband Disliked That Our Biker Neighbor Started Walking Our Little Daughter Home from School – Then Her Teacher Called Me and Said, ‘It’s About the Man Who Picks Her Up’ – Page 3

“Good point. I’ll wear a tiara.”

I smiled for what felt like the first time all week.

We handled everything properly. The school copied his ID, I completed the authorization forms, and Travis was officially added to Emma’s pickup list.

Emma thought it was the greatest thing that had ever happened to her.

Ryan did not.

“I don’t want our daughter depending on some biker every afternoon,” he said the first night.

I was washing dishes. “He’s not some biker. He’s

Travis.”

“I know who he is.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

Ryan’s jaw tightened.

“You trust people too easily.”

I told myself he was simply an overprotective father. Emma was our only child, and Ryan worried about everything from strangers to school buses.

So I let it go.

For three weeks, everything went smoothly.

Every afternoon, Travis walked Emma home.

Every afternoon, she was there when I returned.