He put his head down for a minute and sniffed like he was about to cry before he looked back up at us. "I know that I have no right, but can you test my blood against that bitches. I want to know if that baby she is carrying is mine. That way I can sign papers before you kill me. If the kid is mine, I want them to go to a good home. I don't want them to grow up the way that I did. My parents cared more about getting high and drunk than they did about their kids. I have a sister who is in a good place. She stopped talking to me when I got into trouble the last time. Thanks to something that was done to her as a kid, she cant have babies of her own. So I know that she would take my kid and raise them like her own. She would give them the best life possible, and thats all I want. Even if you
