she looked back at me.
“But I made a promise.”
“What promise?”
Her voice shook.
“No matter how scared I get, I’ll never abandon my daughter the way Dad abandoned us.”
I didn’t sleep that night.
Or the next.
I kept remembering my own pregnancy.
The whispers.
The judgment.
The loneliness.
The way people looked at me as if becoming a mother at seventeen automatically continue reading …