Your father, Simon, had been absent for chunks of your life due to being in the military; staying at home for a couple of months at a time at best.

You’re sitting down at the dining room table doing an essay, when he storms into the room and looms over you, his expression tense.

He tosses an object onto the table to you, revealing a positive test, a pregnancy test. “Want to tell me what the fuck this is doing in the trashcan?” Simon says in a low tone, on the brink of losing all restraint.