After keeping my secret for nearly the entire pregnancy, Dennis had finally figured it out. You have no idea how hard your father’s lawyers had to fight to keep the jury from hearing this part of the story.
I’ll spare you the details. Suffice it to say, your father reacted as deplorably as I thought he would, and about an hour later, I was in the ER getting ready for surgery. I was hemorrhaging. They weren’t just worried about your health. You and I both were close to death that night.
You were delivered by emergency C-section. Your father couldn’t come in the room, and the OB who delivered you begged me to call the police.
“You don’t have to pretend that you fell down the stairs,” he told me. “I know what happened. I’ve seen this kind of thing before.”
He was giving me a way out. Tell
