“No. Don’t soften it. You knew Anthony was her father. He goes by Tony most of the time.”
I put one hand against the wall. “I didn’t know he was your stepfather.”
His face changed like I had slapped him.
“That’s what matters to you right now?”
“No, you’re not fine.”
“Keep your voice down. She’s in the kitchen.”
“I know where she is. I’ve been protecting her from this all night.”
My throat tightened. “You don’t understand what happened between Anthony and me.”
“I understand tonight.” His hands shook. “I introduced my prom date to my stepdad, and he looked like his whole life had walked in.”
I closed my eyes.
“Then he pulled me into the hallway,” Ryan said. “He said, ‘That’s my daughter.’ Do you know what that felt like?”
“Keep your voice down.”
“Ryan, please.”
“No. Do you know what it felt like to stand there and realize Iris was the only person who didn’t know who she was?”
“He missed visits,” I said. “He chose work. He chose his new life.”
“He said he tried to see her.”
“He gave up too easily.”
“Maybe he did,” Ryan said. “But you let her believe he never wanted her at all. She told me.”
From the kitchen, water ran.
“He chose his new life.”
“Please,” I whispered. “Let me tell her tomorrow.”
“She 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 stepdad. Gina is my mother. This isn’t just your secret anymore.”
The faucet shut off.
Ryan stepped closer.
“You have five minutes.”
“What?”
“She’s my daughter.”
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