As I was seventeen, one truth shattered my world—I was pregnant.

My father, cold and rigid, opened the front door and told me to leave.

No yelling, no second chances—just silence where love should’ve been.

Eighteen years later, the son I raised alone broke that silence in a way I never expected.

He became the voice I couldn’t be all those years ago.

I raised Liam on my own—scrubbing floors, stocking shelves, doing whatever it took to get by.