My father lit his second cigarette. He declared coldly through the hazy smoke, "Whether he wants to recognize it or not, he’ll have to." Then he pulled my mom away.
My father was a gambler and a thug who was good at making a big scene.
A few days later, my father faked my pregnancy test results and paid a bunch of online influencers to spread the rumour.
People started linking Shawn’s freeloading habits over the past five years to the "fainted girl’s" pregnancy.
This made the rumors even more convincing.
As I thought of how to fuel the fire even more, Shawn and Hannah showed up at my door.
