John called 9-1-1. The police were taking care of it. He also mentioned his parents.
"John, I'm scared," I said.
He embraced me again, and I cried into his shoulder.
He let go of me, and I ran to my room, slamming the door shut.
Even he didn't get it. Nobody would. My mom was gone. The worse thing was-and I never told anyone-was that I was pregnant.
