“Hey,” Olivia said softly in greeting when her dad looked up looking straight at her.
“How was your day?”
“Shitty," she said honestly. “I’m the most hated person in the school, everyone is talking about me, and no one wants to be near me. It’s like you can catch pregnancy or something."
“I know, I went to the store, and you’re not the only one. It’s more pitying looks though,” he said, stirring the sauce he was making. “Little old ladies coming up and saying how sorry they are, how young you are, how you’re throwing away your life, and who was the father of my daughter’s unborn child.”
She swallowed hard looking down at the table instead of him. Her dad sighed deeply, turning to face her.
“I told them very kindly to shove off and it wasn’t any of their business,” he said, giving her a
