Before I could say another word, she pulled out her phone and dialed. “Mike? Yeah.
Come over. We’ve got a problem.”
That was the first time I heard about Mike, her boyfriend. Apparently, she’d been seeing him while Dad was in and out of the hospital.
He showed up within the hour. He was a big guy, overly tanned and smug, looking around like he already owned the place. Veronica didn’t waste time.
“Break the door,” she told him calmly. “She doesn’t belong here.”
I called the police. My voice was shaking, but I got the words out.
“My stepmother is trying to force me out. I’m 38 weeks pregnant. Please, send someone.”
They showed up, thankfully, and that stopped Mike.
But I knew I couldn’t stay. I had no money, no job, and nowhere else to go. I packed what I could.
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