After Khulile left,
My mind kept circling everything he said.
I couldn’t sit still.
I couldn’t focus.
My chest felt heavy with a mix of fear, hope, and confusion.
I dialed Angela’s grandmother.
She answered immediately.
“Hello, my boy.”
“Ma,” I said gently,
“I met with Uncle Khulile today.”
She went quiet,
surprised — maybe even relieved.
“He told me about Joyce,” I continued.
“But why didn’t you tell me, ma?
I had to hear it from him.”
Her sigh travelled through the phone.
“I didn’t want to add pressure on you,” she said softly.
“You’re healing… You have a new baby…
and I didn’t know how you would handle all that at once.”
Her voice shook slightly.
“But you deserve to know.
You’re her father.”
I rubbed my face with my hand,
feeling everything at once.
“Where’s Ange
