My dad saw me limping down the street with my baby and groceries and asked, “Where’s your car?” When I whispered, “His mom took it… said I’m lucky they let me stay,” Dad didn’t argue. He opened the door and said, “Get in. We’re fixing this tonight

head. “It’s not that simple. My stuff is there. Evan’s crib. Derek—”

“Derek is a grown man,” Dad said. “And he can choose what side he’s on when we walk in.”

My hands fluttered in my lap. “Patricia will say I’m taking the baby away. She’ll call me unstable. She already—” I swallowed. “She already threatened to call CPS once because I left bottles in continue reading …