Seeing him lose confidence was painful.
With each disappointment, he moved a little closer to the taciturn man he had become after his mother’s death.
He stopped singing again.
He was constantly checking his phone.
He reread old conversations as if the answer might suddenly appear.
The fourth woman disappeared after saying she wanted to introduce him to her sister.
The fifth one disappeared after making plans for the weekend.
When the sixth one did exactly the same thing, I knew something was wrong.
Six women might lose interest.
It was possible.
But six women wouldn’t all disappear the next morning after promising another date.
I asked my father if anything unusual had happened during those evenings.
He looked genuinely confused.
