“Tell me something,” Darren decided to interject. “If you knew my brother was in such a bad way, why didn’t you do something to protect him?” “Fuck you, Darren,” I spat out. “You don’t know a damn thing about either one of us.” “I know my brother isn’t well,” he countered evenly. “And so do you. So, why the hell would you trap him into fatherhood?” “I didn’t trap him.” I stiffened, feeling my hackles rise and my heart crack in one breath. “I hardly got pregnant on purpose, did I?” “Didn’t you?”
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