My parents were divorced when I was about 3 years old. I never knew my father growing up as my mother made sure he was not a part of my life. All Christmas and birthday cards were destroyed before I got to see them.
One day my mother and stepfather picked me up from school and said, “Quick! Get in the car! Your father is back in town and wants to see you.“ As I jumped in the car, I noticed a gun in the back seat. This set my heart racing.
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