So I don’t know why I’ve slept so terribly since I’ve moved out here.

Part of it might be how strange it is sleeping in my parents’ bedroom. I was reluctant to take the master bedroom at first, for this very reason. But it was the largest of the three upstairs bedrooms by far, and the only one with a queen-sized bed. So I tried to redecorate it to make it my own. I took down the seaside painting my parents always kept over their bed, swapped out the bedspread for my own royal blue down comforter, and replaced nearly all the framed photographs on the dresser.

It doesn’t help. It’s still very much my parents’ bedroom. It even still smells like them. The scent of my mother’s perfume still lingers in the air, no matter how much I scrub the floors and the furniture.

I wish things hadn’t gone the way they did over the last decade. It’s not like I was ever close with my parents. My mother was strict, and my father was always traveling for work. And if the rumors were to be believed, he cheated on my mom a good amount. But still, I didn’t expect the treatment they gave me when I decided to keep the baby growing inside of me.

You’re making a horrible mistake, Brooke, my mother would tell me practically every time we talked.

I wanted to stand up to them, but I was barely clinging to my sanity as it was. All I knew was that I wanted the baby. And I would do anything for my unborn child, including agreeing to live with a relative in the city, and I accepted their monthly checks to make ends meet and get an education. I didn’t want to do it, but I also didn’t want my son to suffer because of my own pride.

I even accepted that I wasn’t allowed to return to Raker. Not even for a visit.

But when I finished nursing school, and I finally had a decent paycheck that would allow me to support myself without my parents’ help, I stood up to them. I told them I wasn’t going to take any more of their money. And I wanted the right to come back to Raker to visit them with Josh, or else we would have no relationship at all. I was tired of being their dirty little secret.

I really thought they would acquiesce. I was their only child, and Josh was their only grandchild. I believed their love for us had to be larger than their shame at having a daughter who got knocked up in high school.

I was wrong.