Mom had an affair with Wren.

She did my father dirty.

Bobby was a product of infidelity.

And Mom was the reason they were both in the ground.

She was the reason I looked like I did.

And they all knew.

Everyone knew except for me.

Even Daryl.

After all that I'd heard tonight, and everything I had learned, only two words managed to escape my lips.

"I'm pregnant."

My father didn’t respond at first, too confused by my confession to make sense of what it meant for the future.

"I just found out today," I decided to offer up, voice raspy and torn from the sheer height of screaming and crying. "I've got a picture," I continued, numb to the bone, as I slid a hand inside my pocket and retrieved the folded sonogram inside. "I'm due in May."

Deathly pale, my father leaned back in his seat and blew out a shaky breath before reaching for the sonogram I had placed in the middle of the table.

"Due in May," he finally said, attention riveted to the black and white cut-out in his hands. "That makes you…"

"Almost four months along," I filled in, not recognizing the flat tone of my own voice.

"Pregnant. Four months along. Due in May." Dad shook his head. "That's a lot to drop on your old man, Molly Sue."

I stared blankly back at him. "Then maybe you have a slither of understanding for how I feel right now."

Dad flinched. "I never wanted you to find out like this."

"You never wanted me to find out at all," I deadpanned. "So, am I yours?"

"Mine?"

"Your daughter," I bit out. "Or is your name on my birth certificate another cover-up for one of her affairs?"

"You're mine, Molly Sue," Dad confirmed in a passionate tone. "I promise."

"You're sure."

"One million percent."

"Okay." Shuddering in relief, I gingerly patted the small swell of my stomach. "I'm yours like this one is Daryl's."

"Does Daryl know?"

I shook my head.

"Are you planning on telling him?"

I shrugged.

"You have to tell him."

"I don’t have to do a damn thing," I choked out. "I'll figure this out in my own time, Dad. On my terms."

"Molly…"

"I mean it, Dad. Let it go."

"I'm not happy about this." His expression faltered, emotion shining bright in his eyes. "I wanted so much more for you."

"Yeah, well, maybe this is a good thing." I sighed, feeling bone weary. "At least this way, maybe I'll have someone to love who hasn't lied to my face all my life."

"Molly…"

A knock on the front door sounded and my dad sighed. "You know that's going to be him, right?"

"No, no, no." Panic seized me. "I don’t want to see him right now."

"Molly, I know what I've said in the past. But that young man out there would never intentionally hurt you, sweetheart –"

"I don’t want to see him right now, Dad!" Tears filled my eyes. "I feel way too emotional to form a coherent conversation right now, and I don’t want to say things that I can't take back."