What have you done? my father shouted, just because I got pregnant, Then he kicked me out without knowing the truth
The mug slipped from my hand and shattered against the kitchen tiles, but the crash was nothing compared to the storm in my father’s voice. “What have you done, Emma?” His words sliced through the air, sharp enough to pierce bone. I froze, one hand resting over the small curve of my stomach, my heartbeat…