Sophia’s P.O.V

My mother’s hand flew to her mouth. “Pregnant? No—no, that can’t be right—” She turned sharply to me. “Sophia? Is that true? Are you…?”

I nodded slowly, unable to look her directly in the eye. “I didn’t know. I didn’t know until just now.” I shook my head. “H-how is this possible? We…we used protection!”

I stared blankly at the doctor, the words still echoing in my head like a cruel prank I hadn’t quite caught the punchline ...