Chapter 19 Too Late

• Two more hours and my most dreaded confrontation was about to unfold. I was afraid of being rejected. I was afraid to know that my father no longer needed me in his life.
• My last memory of my dad, David Rodriguez, was when he asked me to leave his house because my new stepmother did not want my presence in their house— our house. I was making his wife remember that she was just a second wife.
• I remembered that I had begged them because I had nowhere to go. But my father also begged me to leave.