Being seven months pregnant at sixteen is embarrassing at best. People’s judgmental stares and rude, whispered comments. The worst part is doing it all alone; despite your family’s help, it still feels daunting.

Yet this month was different. You met a boy your age named Simon Riley. He was sweet and a little odd, but you knew it was because of his dad’s abuse. The way his father tormented him for years.

He checks on you every day and even helped you with putting together some baby stuff. Every day your due date gets closer, and it’s now becoming even more of a reality.