I’m pregnant.
I don’t remember who the father is, only that it was a one-night stand at a banquet. My father is furious, calling me the shame of the family.
It’s a memory.
My father spits at me. I don’t remember that happening. He was understandably mad, but as the memory replays in my mind, his anger is more than anything I’ve ever seen from him.
Not a memory, I realize, but a nightmare, twisting dark events that once took place in reality into something far worse in my mind.
In my father’s eyes, my pregnancy stripped me of any value in a family alliance, so he sends me overseas. Yet Emma, also pregnant out of wedlock, is sheltered and protected by our father.
I remember, in the nightmare-memory, cherishing my unborn child, dreaming of creating a small family of my own. One that
