that would finally free my mom
from this abusive man. Then one
afternoon my mom called and
asked me to come by the house. A
few hours later, I popped by.
“Trevor,” she said. “I’m
pregnant.”
“Sorry, what?”
“I’m pregnant.”
“What?!”
Good Lord, I was furious. I was
so angry. She herself seemed
resolute, as determined as ever, but
with an undertone of sadness I had
never seen before, like the news
had devastated her at first but she’d
since reconciled herself to the