“What was his name?”
Iris frowned. “Tony.”
The room narrowed.
“Mom?” Iris said.
“Sorry. I swallowed wrong.”
“No, you didn’t,” Ryan said, looking at me.
Iris glanced between us. “Ryan, do you want water? You have barely spoken since we left.”
“I’m fine, Iris. I think I’m just tired from dancing.”
“What was his name?”
“No, you’re not fine. I’ll get it.”
The moment she disappeared into the kitchen, Ryan lifted his head.
“You knew.”
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“Ryan…”
“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.”
