Dayo didn't finish his food or more like he couldn't.
He sat at the small dining table in his apartment, the spoon hovering halfway between the bowl and his mouth, eyes fixed on his phone. The screen glowed softly, showing an article he had opened without thinking one of those headlines that didn't need exaggeration to hurt.
LUNA WELCOMES BABY GIRL — FATHER UNKNOWN
He read it once.
Then again.
Then slowly set the spoon down.
For a long moment, he didn't react. No sharp inhale. No curse. No dramatic shift in posture. Just stillness complet stillness. The kind that settled in when something you'd always known was possible finally became real.
So it's true, he thought.
He scrolled.
Photos followed blurry hospital images taken from too far away, Luna's face partially obscured, exhaustion clear even through the grain. Another photo showed only her hand, delicate fingers curled around something small.
