I got pregnant at nineteen, and my parents gave me a choice: abort the baby or get out. I looked them in the eye and said, “If you force me out, one day you’ll regret it.” They laughed. “You
“You’re lying,” Dad said quietly. There was no conviction in his voice, only the desperate whisper of a man watching the foundation of his entire life crumble into dust. He wants me to be a liar, I thought. It would be so much easier for him if I were just a spiteful daughter making up…
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