On his birthday, my dad hit me and yelled, “What kind of worthless junk is this?” I left crying and ran away from home. But that same night, I was forced into a car and kidnapped… then the man beside me calmly said, “Hello, dear, I am your biological father.”
Part 2 I did not get into the Escalade because I trusted him. I got in because he knew my mother’s name. The photograph he handed me under the streetlight showed a woman with auburn hair and my face holding a toddler with hazel-green eyes. Her smile leaned slightly left, the way mine does. Her…
