“I know.” He stepped closer, the smoky scent of his cologne reaching me. I couldn’t say the words because I knew they wouldn’t be steady. “I haven’t told him, only because I know what it means to you.” “You know your papà forbade you from visiting your mamma.” Softness laced through his voice. No more money, no more secret trips to Chicago-and yes, I know you’ve been there.” The sad part of it all was I only knew from TV this wasn’t how it was supposed to be. “The things you make me do, Gianna,” he growled. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. It whipped my head to the side and knocked the breath from my lungs. But I knew what bothered him even more was that he wanted another child. We were devotedly Catholic, and birth control was frowned upon by the Church. Income Protection Insurance: Detailed Discussion
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