He let out a sigh and then my bra hit me in the chest as he tossed it. I grabbed it just before it fell. “My father wants his grandchildren, Winter.” My stomach sank, anger and shame burning my face. Oh, God, if I get pregnant . . . I quickly went through the calendar in my head, remembering I’d just had my period last week. It should be okay. As much as I wanted to be mad at him, though, I could’ve stopped him. I just didn’t think about it. I stood up and slipped my bra back on, but I was unable to fasten it. “I will never have your children,” I told him. It was Damon. It was my sister’s
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