KIMBERLY'S CALL

Daz sat in his apartment, alone as ever.. The glow of the television casting flickering shadows across the room. His phone buzzed on the coffee table, breaking the silence. He picked it up and saw Kimberly's name flashing on the screen. His heart sank. He hadn't spoken to her in days, and he knew this call wouldn't be anything but unpleasant.

He hesitated for a moment before answering. "Hello?"

Kimberly's voice came through the line, sharp and urgent. "Daz, we need to talk. Now."

Daz sighed, running a hand through his hair over and over again. "What's going on, Kimberly?"

Kimberly, "I need answers, Daz. And I need them today. Either you tell me what I want to know, or I go straight to the hospital and abort this pregnancy."

Daz felt a chill run down his spine. This was the conversation he'd been dreading. "Kimberly, please don't do anything rash. Let's talk about this."

"Talk? We've done nothing but talk. You keep avoiding the issue, and I'm running out of patience." Kimberly said, de