And before the truth was spoken—before my world shattered—I felt a sound tear out of my chest.
A scream I didn’t recognize as my own.
A Reality No Mother Is Ready For
When the words finally came, they felt unreal.
“Your daughter is pregnant,” Dr. Hawkins said. “Approximately twelve weeks.”
I stared at him, unable to process what I was hearing.
“That’s not possible,” I whispered. “She’s fifteen.”
Maya broke down completely, burying her face in her hands.
Dr. Hawkins explained procedures, requirements, next steps—but his voice sounded distant, as though it were coming through water.
A counselor named Emily arrived shortly after. She asked to speak with Maya alone.
I waited in the hallway, pacing, counting floor tiles, holding my breath.
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