The day I was looking for my grandmother Faith Nielsen, who has Alzheimer’s, I, Esther Nielsen, met Nathan Stephens.
To torment me, he told my whereabouts to my mother Anna Stewart and stepfather Wyatt Stewart.
I hit my head and knelt on the ground, begging him to let me go.
But while forcing himself to endure disgust and have relations with me, he also made me take birth control pills.
He said, "Someone like you doesn’t deserve to carry my child."
I thought, "He’s really overthinking it.
A terminally ill and infertile woman can’t possibly get pregnant."
