Panic flooded my body, for I knew it meant the baby was coming. Early. And fast. Terrified, I pounded on the door, calling for my sister. “Please!” I screamed. “Please, Lenora!”
“What they’re saying’s not true, Kit-Kat.” He didn’t say that because he wanted it to be the truth. My father said it because it was true. He knew I hadn’t given my mother those pills. Because he’s the one who did it.