Prologue

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You nervously fiddled with your fingers, shuffling into the living room where your parents were sitting. You gulped and took in a deep breath.

"Mom, Dad..." you started.

They looked up at you, sensing your tone. "What is it, honey?" Your mother bid you softly.

You tried to get the words out, but they were so hard to say. If you were any older, this would be easy. But you weren't.

You were only seventeen.

You hoped they understood.

You had hoped they would understand.

"I... I'm pregnant."

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