PROFESSOR BLACK (ZED) POV
When the doctor said the words, three weeks gone, my mind went blank.
Pregnant.
The word didn’t sit right in my head. It echoed, bounced, refused to settle. I didn’t smile. I didn’t panic. I just sat there, staring at nothing, feeling something heavy unfold slowly inside my chest.
A child.
Mine…My child.
I never had parents for long. Not the kind people talk about with warmth. All I knew growing up was violence wrapped in loyalty, love twisted into control. Toxicity passed down from a brother like inheritance. And suddenly, the universe thought it was funny to make me a father.
How the hell was I supposed to raise a child when I was still learning how not to break the people I loved?
Then Amara spoke.
“I’m opting for abortion.”
The words sliced clean thr
