Author: JM Nab

“You are not bad,” Claire Bennett said, holding her daughter’s shaking hands inside that bright little salon in Brookhaven, Pennsylvania. Ava looked at her mother as if those four words were a door she had been locked outside of for weeks. Her small face was blotchy from silent crying, and the pink salon cape made her look even younger than eight. Behind them, the mirrors reflected too much: Marisol’s pale face, the frozen receptionist, the women pretending not to stare, and Claire’s phone still glowing with Daniel’s message.

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Claire read the text again even though she already knew every word had branded itself into her mind. Where are you two? Ava needs to learn what happens when she …

“You are not bad,” Claire Bennett said, holding her daughter’s shaking hands inside that bright little salon in Brookhaven, Pennsylvania. Ava looked at her mother as if those four words were a door she had been locked outside of for weeks. Her small face was blotchy from silent crying, and the pink salon cape made her look even younger than eight. Behind them, the mirrors reflected too much: Marisol’s pale face, the frozen receptionist, the women pretending not to stare, and Claire’s phone still glowing with Daniel’s message. Read More

Part 2: My mom announced her seventh pregnancy as if it were a blessing… and I realized I would once again have to raise a child that wasn’t mine. That same afternoon, I packed my backpack, left the house, and an hour later, the police were knocking on my aunt’s door.

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PART 3 – THE FIRST VISIT Three weeks after leaving my mother’s house, I saw my siblings again. For twenty-one days, I had lived in a world that felt unfamiliar. …

Part 2: My mom announced her seventh pregnancy as if it were a blessing… and I realized I would once again have to raise a child that wasn’t mine. That same afternoon, I packed my backpack, left the house, and an hour later, the police were knocking on my aunt’s door. Read More

Part 3: My mom announced her seventh pregnancy as if it were a blessing… and I realized I would once again have to raise a child that wasn’t mine. That same afternoon, I packed my backpack, left the house, and an hour later, the police were knocking on my aunt’s door.

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PART 6 – LEARNING TO BE SIXTEEN The strangest thing about freedom was how uncomfortable it felt. People imagine freedom as happiness. As relief. As doors flying open. As chains …

Part 3: My mom announced her seventh pregnancy as if it were a blessing… and I realized I would once again have to raise a child that wasn’t mine. That same afternoon, I packed my backpack, left the house, and an hour later, the police were knocking on my aunt’s door. Read More