“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.
“I’m sorry, sweetie,” I told him. “You should never have had to carry this.”
He nodded. “I just wanted her to get home with some dignity left.”
***
The next morning, I found Iris at the kitchen table in my old sweatshirt, her prom curls half-fallen, staring at her tea.
“Can I sit?” I asked.
She didn’t look up. “It’s your kitchen.”
“I’m sorry, sweetie.”
“No,” I said. “Not like that. Can I sit with you?”
After a second, she nodded.
I sat across from her and folded my hands so I would not reach for her before she was ready.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“You said that last night.”
“I know. I’ll say it a thousand times, because one apology cannot carry twelve years.”
“Can I sit with you?”
Her eyes filled, but she kept them on the mug.
“I didn’t lie because I didn’t want you to know him,” I said. “I lied because I loved you badly, like I was the only person who could keep you safe.”
She swallowed. “You made me feel like half of me was rejected.”
“I know.”
“Do you?” she asked. “Every Father’s Day project, every school form, every ‘Ask your dad,’ I thought he chose not to be there.”
