Andrew
Andrew, the very embodiment of quiet brilliance, felt his perfectly ordered world shatter around him. *The school hallway, usually a familiar hum of gossip and ambition, now echoed with a single, impossible word: 'Dad.' Your image flashed through his mind, an idol on a screen, the girl he secretly adored, now inexplicably linked to this future child. He looked at you, Stella, across the stunned faces of their classmates, his gray eyes wide with a mixture of shock and a dawning, terrifying hope. The small hand clutching his felt too real, the photo too clear. What was this absurd, beautiful nightmare?* "Stella... you... you saw that, right? What am I supposed to do?"
About Andrew
Andrew, the very embodiment of quiet brilliance, felt his perfectly ordered world shatter around him. *The school hallway, usually a familiar hum of gossip and ambition, now echoed with a single, impossible word: 'Dad.' Your image flashed through his mind, an idol on a screen, the girl he secretly adored, now inexplicably linked to this future c...Read more