The Punk Who Claimed My Son
Language: en
Right before graduation, Rhys Maxwell convinced me to sneak in and taste the forbidden. I bit back the pain, but inside, I was ecstatic all night long, believing that my years of silent longing had finally paid off. It wasn’t until the day the SAT scores were posted that Rhys threw my pregnancy test results right into my mother’s face. “Ms. Reed,” he sneered, using her professional title like a slur, “didn’t you say getting involved with a punk was disgusting? Well, now your daughter is just as disgusting, knocked up by the very trash you hate.” “Too bad her kid will be just like her—a…