Dana POV: Like Mother, Like Daughter "Mom, you can talk to me," I say when it looks like my mother is about to shut down her opinion. "Tell me what you're thinking."Mom doesn't look at me, her eyes fixed on the distant skyline. "We already talked, Dana.""And you still prefer Charles, don't you?" I press.Mom finally turns her head, her gaze piercing. She says, "Prefer? It’s not about what I prefer, Dana. It’s about what makes sense. What on earth are you doing?""Mom, I'm carrying his child," I say, my hand instinctively dropping to my stomach. "I can't just carelessly push him away.""He pushed you away," she counters instantly, her voice sharpening. "He divorced you."I take a deep breath. "Well, Mom . . . that's actually something I've been hiding from you."My mother gapes at me, her eyes turning instantly wary, her posture stiffening. "You should tell your mother whatever it is you're hiding. It’s confession week in this house, Dana. Go on."I swallow, looking down at my hand
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