Kandace
The house I've lived in my entire life comes into view. Two-story farmhouse, it's pretty cliché. The wraparound porch, the outdated rooms. There is nothing smart about it. Dad doesn't even want gadgets that talk to him. No Google Home or sss Echo for him. And yet as my headlights skirt over the white building, I am home.
At twenty-seven, almost twenty-eight, it is time I think beyond my parents' home. The thing is they love and support me—me and Justin and Molly. Our farm isn't as large as Mr. Gordon's, but it's still working, and, in this day and age, that says something.
When I learned that I was pregnant, I went into denial. I hadn't lied to Dax. I was taking the pill. I hadn't been taking it long and even if I was perfect with the schedule, the birth control pill isn't one
