Every Woman My Widowed Father Dated Vanished Without a Trace—So I Asked My Best Friend to Go on One Date With Him to Find Out Why

would approve,” I told him.

“I hope so,” he murmured.

Soon afterward, he began meeting wonderful women.

Before every date, he told me about them.

One worked at a library.

Another owned a neighborhood bakery.

A third spent weekends volunteering at an animal shelter.

Each time, he sounded hopeful.

Yet none of them ever stayed.

At first, I assumed they simply continue reading …