I was 7 months pregnant at my brother’s engagement party when my dad handed my Mercedes keys to his fiancée like it was his gift to give. I demanded them back, but instead of

Mrs. Hayes, but the baby looks good. We’ll monitor you for a while.”

I nodded, but my mind was still trapped in my parents’ living room.

My father’s hands on Ethan’s chest.

The sound of his body hitting the wall.

My keys in Vanessa’s hand.

Officer Martinez’s voice saying the stolen vehicle report had not disappeared the way my father thought it had.

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