~Teyana’s POV~

I kept telling myself it wasn’t possible.

That- maybe the test was faulty. Maybe my body was reacting to stress. To grief. To exhaustion. To watching my mother slowly disappear in front of my eyes. Anything but this.

I cried until my throat hurt, pacing the length of my room like I was trapped inside my own skin. My hands kept going into my hair, tangling, pulling, undoing it again and again like that would somehow undo reality too.

I was nineteen.

Nineteen and barely halfway through my second year in school. My mother was dying. And now my body had decided to carry something I didn’t ask...