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

the silence.

“Please,” I whispered. “Let me tell her tomorrow.”

“She’s already lost tonight,” he said. “You just don’t want her to know why.”

“She’s my daughter. You don’t understand our life.”

“And Anthony is my stepfather. Gina is my mother. This isn’t only your secret anymore.”

The faucet went quiet.

Ryan stepped closer.

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