Chapter 101 What If This Was Only The Beginning

• The digital clock on Dr. Hakeem’s mahogany desk blinked 11:47 PM. The clinic was quiet—too quiet. Only the low hum of the air conditioner and the rhythmic ticking of the wall clock accompanied the silence. The blinds were drawn, and a faint amber glow from the streetlights bled through the slats, casting soft shadows across the office walls.
• He sat behind his desk, fingers steepled, eyes locked on the screen of his laptop. The prenatal DNA report was right there—untouched, accurate, untouched by lies. But it might not stay that way.
• His mind replayed Imani’s visit from earlier that evening like a scene from a suspense film.