My hands began trembling.
That evening, I sat beside Emily on her bed.
âHoney, please tell me the truth. Are you pregnant?â
Her face turned pale.
Then she burst into tears.
âIâm sorry, Mom! Iâm so sorry!â
I hugged her tightly.
âSweetheart, youâre my daughter. Nothing will ever change that. But please tell me who the father is.â
Suddenly, she stopped crying and glanced nervously toward the bedroom door.
âMom, please donât trust Dad.â