"No father? I'm sorry for asking," Jessica pleaded.
"It's okay. You don't have to apologize. I have no problem if someone asks about my daughter's father," Sonia said.
Jessica placed her hands on her lap. She swung her legs back and forth. She cleared her throat and turned her attention towards Sonia.
"Where's her father? I mean your husband, Abby's father. Where's he now?" Jessica asked.
Sonia was silent. She scoffed and bit her lower lips. She looked at Jessica, who was waiting for her response. She turned her gaze away from Jessica.
"My little Abby doesn't have a father. She grew up without one. I was a prostitute back then. Well, five years ago exactly." Sonia nodded briefly.
Jessica was stunned when she heard what Sonia said about her past. "Oh! I never knew."
