Chapter 147 The First Crack

• The room was elegant—modern but softened with feminine touches. Soft lamplight cast a golden glow across white satin curtains and a plush mauve carpet. A custom crib stood near the wall, rocking gently as the baby slept peacefully inside, wrapped in lilac swaddles.
• Across the room, Imani reclined on a velvet chaise lounge, legs draped in a champagne-colored silk robe, feet bare, toes freshly painted. Her hair was wrapped in a sleek satin turban, and her skin glowed under the soft light.
• The TV on the wall played silently, looping the viral hospital footage. Imani—stepping out alone, baby in hand, head held high. Zoomed shots of her sunglasses, her shawl, her silence.