But he didn't want to hear anything.
He said he had ruined his future.
He said he had covered our family with shame.
And when her boyfriend tried to defend her, my husband became even more angry.
A few minutes later, my daughter left our house with a small bag, crying next to the boy who had promised that she would not leave her alone.
I watched them walk away until I disappeared at the end of the street and I felt nauseous.
“Go get it,” I begged my husband.
He refused.
“She wanted to make adult decisions,” he said coldly. Now she can take the consequences as an adult.
Just a few hours later, those words would haunt him.
I had already gone dark when my phone started ringing.
The number was unknown.
I was about not to answer.
But as soon as I took down, I heard someone crying so hard that I could barely talk.