The next morning, I was nervous as hell. I couldn’t imagine that the baby was in any calm state right now, I felt like I had taken about two mugs of coffee and three cans of coke just to top it all off for breakfast.

I would be bouncing around if I wasn’t so pregnant and physically incapable of moving.

Today was the day that I was going to go and speak to my father. I was going to try and get the confession out of him. I needed him to admit to me that he was the ...