“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?”
