Gina looked at me. “I knew Anthony had a daughter. I didn’t know she was the girl my son was taking to prom.”
“I didn’t know Ryan was your son, either. I’m sorry.”
“But you knew Anthony was still out there,” she said. “Iris didn’t.”
Iris looked at Anthony. “Did you know about me?”
“Yes.”
“Did you want me?”
“Yes,” he said, too quickly to be anything but true.
Her face crumpled. “Then where were you?”
“Did you know about me?”
Anthony swallowed. “I missed visits. I took jobs too far away. I told myself I was paying bills, but I was tired and angry. Your mother made it hard, Iris, but I let hard become impossible.”
Iris looked between us.
“So both of you chose your pride over me?”
Neither of us answered.
We didn’t have to.
“I spent my whole life thinking one of you didn’t love me,” she said. “And the other one let me believe it.”
Iris looked between us.
Ryan stood beside Gina, quiet but protective.
Iris looked at Ryan. “I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“This is humiliating.”
“No,” he said. “Not for you.”
Then she turned to me. “I want to talk to him. Alone.”
Anthony looked at me, waiting.
Once, we had fought so hard to win that we forgot Iris was not a prize.
I stepped back. “Okay.”
“I’m sorry.”
***
Iris and Anthony went outside. I watched them sit on the porch steps with space between them.
He spoke first. Iris listened with her arms crossed. Then she said something, and he lowered his head.
Gina came to stand beside me.
“She needed the truth,” she said.
“I know.”
“No,” Gina said softly. “You knew facts. Tonight, you learned what they cost her.”
“She needed the truth.”
I looked at Ryan, who was still standing near the broken glass.
