My daughter’s dream prom date brought her home—then gave me five minutes to confess the truth, or he would expose everything himself

Tony most of the time.”

I pressed one hand to the wall. “I didn’t know he was your stepfather.”

His expression shifted as though I had struck him.

“That’s what matters to you right now?”

“Keep your voice down. She’s in the kitchen.”

“I know where she is. I’ve been protecting her from this all evening.”

My throat tightened. “You don’t understand what happened continue reading …