That evening, after all the guests had left, my mother was in the kitchen when my father approached me.Track Pregnancy
“Emily, can you come to my bedroom for a minute?”
“Why, Dad?”
He glanced toward the kitchen.
“We need to talk privately.”
His voice was so serious that my smile disappeared.
I followed him upstairs. As soon as we entered the room, he closed the door.
Then he turned toward me and said a sentence I still remember word for word.
“Emily, whatever happens next, your mother must never know. You’re eighteen now. It’s time.”Track Pregnancy
My heart began pounding.
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