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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Then she went into the kitchen to get him a glass of water.

The instant she was gone, Ryan faced me.

His smile had vanished.

“You have five minutes,” he said.

I held on to the hallway table. “Excuse me, Ryan?”

His voice stayed quiet. “Five minutes to tell Iris the truth, Jane. Ma’am. Or I will.”

And in that moment, the worst mistake I had ever continue reading …