ESTELLE

“I’m not doing that. He can’t control me.” I thought my anger was permanently settling in my chest. It had been almost two days, and I was still angry at Linden.

“He’s not. That’s his belief, and he’s the baby daddy, Estelle.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be on my side? I’m your daughter, Mom. You’re supposed to be telling me to run when there’s a sign of a red flag. He’s bad news.”

Mom cocked a brow. “Is he, though? Then why did you sleep and stay with him? Why did you let him get you pregnant if he’s bad news? I don’t see a red flag either than...