I became a father at seventeen. You know how it goes — crazy high school love. p3

Ainsley went out to celebrate with her friends and came home late that night.
She rushed upstairs to her room.
Then, suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
When I opened it, two police officers were standing on my porch.
My blood ran cold.
One of them greeted me politely and asked:
“Are you Ainsley’s father?”
I felt a flicker of unease.
“Yes… what happened?”
The officers exchanged a quick glance.
Then one of them continued:
“SIR, DO YOU EVEN HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOUR DAUGHTER HAS DONE?”

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