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

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 …