Without another word she hurried into the kitchen.
Ryan remained by the doorway.
Something about him had changed.
The easy smile he’d worn all evening was gone.
His expression had become unreadable.
He looked directly at me.
My pulse quickened.
“Ryan?”
His voice was calm.
Too calm.
“You have five minutes.”
I frowned.
“What are you talking about?”
“Five minutes.”
He glanced toward the kitchen.
“To tell Iris the truth.”
I felt the blood drain from my face.
“What truth?”
He held my gaze.
“The one you’ve kept from her for eighteen years.”
My knees nearly gave out.
Impossible.
How could he know?
Eighteen years earlier, I’d made a decision I believed would protect my daughter forever.
Back then, I was twenty-one.