The flutter in her stomach reminded her that she had more important things to worry about now than her parents’ acceptance. Their financial support was another matter. Once the words “I’m pregnant” had left her mouth, her mother had shut her out and her father had explained that they would no longer be funding her last year of college and she would need to find a new place to stay. They were generous enough to let her keep her car, something else they’d paid for. At twenty-one, she’d never had a job and had never lived anywhere but home. She’d slept in the same bed since she was just a kid, the same pink walls surrounding her, and now everything she’d ever known was being taken away from her. “Face it, Lydia, you know exactly how this happened. But no matter that it isn’t your fault, you’re always going to be the one blamed.” She blew her bangs out of her face and got into the car. Her friend, Jenny, was going to put her up until she could figure something else out, but Jenny’s place was small and Lydia would be relegated to the couch, which meant it needed to be a short stay.
