Angel spat out each word as though it were coated with bile. “Until I was in high school and he had the accident. It was my ticket to freedom and then I got pregnant with Ginger. I was so screwed up I couldn’t be sure it wasn’t Julius’s baby. I started to have an abortion, but then something told me the baby wasn’t by my stepfather. Thank God I didn’t go through with it. When Ginger was born, I knew she wasn’t Julius’s. When I first laid eyes on her; it is obvious that she is the spitting image of her daddy. I want to find him and let him know he has a daughter. I owe them both that much. So if something ever happens to me, she will never have to be a wife to some man who inherits her.”
“Why did you wait ‘til now? Why didn’t you tell me before?”
Pausing in obvious disbelief, Angel facia
