"How was she s'posed to know that?!" Rosario threw her hands wide, the exasperation etched deep in the furrows of her brow. "All she knows is you're some mega-rich white college boy and she's a brown kid from the hood who's got knocked up. Tell me you can at least do the math on those power dynamics. She was scared of what you'd do, she was scared you'd take me away, and don't tell me you wouldn't've cuz that's not the point." She was talking fast, frustration flowing into her hands in sharp, sweeping gestures. "The point," she said, "is my mom gave up her whole future to raise me and she did a great job, so don't you dare insinuate she was the one done fucked up."