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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“Iris,” he said.

“Don’t,” she whispered. “Not yet.”

He stopped immediately.

Gina looked at me. “I knew Anthony had a daughter. I didn’t know she was the girl my son was taking to prom.”

“I didn’t know Ryan was your son, either. I’m sorry.”

“But you knew Anthony was still out there,” she said. “Iris didn’t.”

Iris looked at Anthony. “Did you know about continue reading …