The Unexpected Ally
The next day, there was a knock on the door.
It was my father-in-law, Michael.
He wasn’t a very emotional man. But he was fair. And that day, he was furious.
“You’re not going back to beg,” he said. “You’re coming with me.”
When we walked back into the house, Patricia smiled like she had won.
Michael didn’t smile.
He looked at Derek and asked, “Did you put your pregnant wife and daughters on the porch?”
Derek said, “I need a son.”
Michael’s voice went cold. “Her job is to give you one?”
Then he turned to Patricia. “Pack your things.”
Everyone froze.
“You either treat your family with respect,” he told Derek, “or you leave with your mother. But you will not treat my granddaughters like failures.”
For the first time, someone stood up for us.
A New Beginning
That night, Derek left with Patricia.
Michael helped us move into a small apartment nearby. “I’ll help for a few months,” he said. “After that, it’s yours. Because my grandkids deserve a safe home.”
I gave birth in that apartment.
The baby was a boy.
Derek sent one message: “Guess you finally got it right.”
I blocked his number.
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