“Put the gun down, you fool.” Father had already brushed away those brief tears. Had he loved her?

“Why are all of our mothers dead?” Rob’s voiced hitched with raw emotion. He was fifteen and more mature than any of the boys Jenna met at school. She loved him fiercely and knew he would come to protect her. Father finally noticed the file in his hand.

“I don’t know where your parents are, Rob. You were dropped off. Abandoned. I’m the only one who wanted you. The only one who wanted any of you.” Father’s voice sounded defeated. All of the lies and secrets unraveling exhausted him.

“Liar!” Rob rushed him, forgetting the gun. As Father batted it aside, it went off. The blast stunned them and they stood there frozen.

As Jenna lie on the floor, the hole in her abdomen pouring blood onto the bedroom carpet she thought, “I’ll never know my baby.”