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

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have five minutes.”

“What?”

“Five minutes to tell her the truth, or I will.”

“Ryan, please.”

“She deserves to hear it from her mother,” he said. “But she deserves to hear it tonight.”

Iris came back carrying a glass of water.

She paused in the doorway. “Why does it feel like I walked into the middle of something?”

Ryan took the glass from her, but didn’t continue reading …

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