“Five minutes to tell Iris the truth, Jane. Or I will.”
My heart stopped.
In an instant, the worst mistake I had ever made as a mother came rushing back to confront me.
A Question I Could Never Answer Honestly
Earlier that afternoon, I had been helping Iris get ready.
She sat in front of my vanity mirror while I carefully curled the last section of her hair.
“Ow, Mom.”
“Then stop moving.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Please don’t joke around with a curling iron near my head.”
I laughed softly and adjusted the curl.
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