Mandy stepped into the house quietly, her footsteps slow, her mind still heavy with the news from the hospital.

She was really pregnant. The news still felt unreal to her like she was stuck in a dream, or maybe even a nightmare.

If only she knew who the father was. If she did, she could go to him without shame and asked him to admit the child was his. Even if he didn’t want the baby, at least she’d know who was responsible. She could face people without feeling so utterly lost. But ...