ROSE “Rose, Michael is here!” Pops called from downstairs.Leaning out of the attic, I shouted back, “Tell him to wait!”“You’ve been holed up there for two hours. You need to eat something,” he grumbled. I could almost hear his displeasure in his voice, followed by the familiar lecture about how I should be taking better care of myself— for the baby’s sake.I knew it by heart by now. Every item on Pops’ to-do list for a healthy pregnancy had been carved into my brain like commandments.After taking back control of my life, well, at least pretending like I had, I’d finally been able to make a decision without falling apart over him. Okay, that was a lie. But at least I wasn’t sobbing anymore. Not all the time.I had called Pops.The moment he picked up, his voice had exploded through the receiver, laced with fury, fear, and pain. He berated me for not calling, for keeping everything from him. And then, in the same breath, he had asked me if I was safe. That was Pops, anger and love,
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