Three keys. First, don’t fall in love. Second, don’t get pregnant. Third, don’t tell anybody. No juicier gossip than an affair.

God, if anyone knew about you and that man. Don’t you dare tell me who he is. Even me. That’d break rule three.

And don’t you break the first two, either. Take it from me. I broke the first two with your father. When you came along, it was all I could do to keep quiet. No sense in ruining two marriages over it.

Your real daddy, the one who raised you, he knew. He stuck with me after that, no questions asked… bless his soul. I loved him, too... so much. There's all kinds of love.

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