“She did.”
“And what about John?”
She averted her gaze.
I told her, “He kicked me out onto the street.”
“I am aware.”
“He told me I never should have been born.”
“He was talking about the legal claim. The upcoming legal battle. The massive risk.”
“I am not just a legal document,” I argued. “I am a human being.”
She began to sob. “I realize that.”
I got to my feet. “I am heading back to that house.”
“Please do not go by yourself.”
“I am finished letting people control my life.”
