I slide my feet into my boots, struggling just enough for my father to come over and help.

"I remember having to do this with your mother when she was knocked up."

His words bother me a little. I'm not 'knocked up'. I would be knocked up if it was all consensual.

I'm pregnant via rape.

I thank him before slipping my arms into my jacket, unable to zip it up.

"Ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."

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