Inside Imani’s chest, a thin, taut thread snapped. In its place came a wave of previously unseen tenderness — deep, deafening, almost sacrilegious. It was an entirely new feeling, unlike anything she had known before. She had never felt anything like this toward her own husband: there, everything was built on duty, shadows, and silenced pain. But here, facing this unfamiliar white doctor, a wild, desperate impulse awoke within her
