ESTELLE

“So you married that man.” My father didn’t even take a seat, but I was surprised he came to my office instead of shouting through the phone. The last time he was here, he wanted to take the seat from me by force.

“He has a name, Dad.”

“I know who he is.”

“No, you don’t.” Oddly, I didn’t even care, no matter how many ounces of anger he had in his words. “What you know is what you want to know. That’s biased, Dad. Give him a chance. And I’m pregnant.”

He snapped his head. Anger and disgust plastered all over his face. “Are you out of your...