how long it' s been

corations, the smell of stale punch. It was our high school graduation party. I was eighteen,

I had to tell him. The words caught in my throat when I saw

whispered, my hand instinc

sound so ugly it made the air turn sour. He grabbed my wrist and d

one in our small Ohio town, the

t, his voice echoing in the

baby isn't mine. God knows who you'

forward, ready to defend me, his onl

locking on my father. "Because you destroyed Sarah

n life a year earlier. The whole town had whispered about it, but no one knew

he next day. The scandal was too much for our small town. My mother, her heart alr

ed a massive stroke. He was left paralyzed,

years old, cocktail waitress at a roadside strip club called The Pit. I serve drinks, and sometimes more, to me

s seven now. He h