When Emily found me, she immediately apologized.
“Mom, forgive me for ruining everything.
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I stood up and gently held his face in my hands.
“Listen to me well. You haven’t ruined anything. Your father made those decisions. None of this is your fault.
Months have passed.
With professional support, Emily slowly began to regain self-confidence. She returned to school, reunited with her friends and began making decisions about her pregnancy with the right medical and emotional support.
The criminal investigation went ahead and I had already filed for divorce.
One night, Emily sat next to me on the porch.
“Mom, do you hate me because I remind you of him?”
I pulled her closer to me and hugged her.
You’re not your father’s mistakes, Emily. You’re my daughter. And I’m proud of your courage.
