ログインKarma's POVThe rest of the day passed in a way I hadn't expected.It was supposed to be Noah's birthday, but somehow, I felt like I was the one receiving the gift.His happiness was impossible to miss.Ever since I had given him the plaque that morning, there had been a different light in his eyes. He smiled more, laughed more, and every few minutes, I would catch him looking at me as though he still couldn't believe what I had told him.I had said yes. I was going to marry him. And apparently, those words had changed something inside him.We spent most of the afternoon doing little things together, nothing extravagant.We watched movies, argued playfully over what to eat, walked around the house, and at one point, Noah insisted on taking me out for ice cream even though I reminded him that it was his birthday and he was supposed to be the one being spoiled."I don't need anything else," he said. "You say that now.""I already got the best birthday present." He looked directly at me.
Karma's POVI woke up to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. For a few seconds, I simply stared at the ceiling, trying to remember where I was. It came back to me after a while,l, ten I turned my head to see Noah still asleep beside me.His face was unusually peaceful, his breathing slow and steady. One arm was stretched across the empty space where I had been sleeping, as though even in his sleep, he had been searching for me. I smiled.Today was his birthday. And for the first time since I had known him, I was determined to make sure he remembered it for something other than the fact that he hated celebrating it.Carefully, I slipped out of bed, I made my way into the kitchen and decided to prepare something simple. I wasn't about to attempt another complicated meal after the pasta disaster I'd created before, but at least last night's meal came out nice.I settled for a light breakfast, something warm and filling enough to start his morning without making him fee
Karma's POVBy the time Noah finally returned home, I had already been in his kitchen for almost an hour.And I was beginning to question every decision that had led me there.Cooking had always been one of those things I appreciated more when someone else was doing it.I could perform a complicated surgery without blinking, make decisions in seconds when someone's life was hanging in the balance and manage an entire hospital without breaking a sweat.But put me in front of a pot of food? Suddenly, I was fighting for my life.I stared at the recipe on my phone. "Okay..." I looked at the ingredients spread across the kitchen counter."Jollof rice, grilled chicken and fried plantain." That sounded easy enough, well it wasn't.I had already searched three different recipes and somehow each one gave completely different instructions.One said to fry the tomato paste first, another said to blend everything together and a third insisted that I needed to roast the peppers before blending the
Karma's POVThe morning before Noah's birthday began like every other workday. At least, that was what I wanted everyone to believe.I arrived at the hospital shortly after eight, parked my car and made my way into the building with my handbag hanging from my shoulder and a cup of coffee in my hand.Sandra was already waiting for me outside my office. "Good morning, Doctor.""Good morning." She followed me inside, holding my schedule."You have three patients for consultations this morning, two postoperative reviews and your afternoon rounds." I nodded as I placed my bag on the chair."Anything urgent?""Nothing so far.""Good."She handed me the first file. I glanced through it before looking up at her."And Sandra?""Yes?""I won't be here tomorrow."She frowned."Tomorrow?""Yes.""Saturday?" I nodded.She studied me suspiciously. "Why?" I tried not to smile. "I have somewhere important to be."Her eyes narrowed. "Somewhere important?""Very.""Are you finally telling me what you'v
Noah's POVBirthdays had never meant much to me.I had learned that at an early age.Some people looked forward to their birthdays months in advance. They made plans, booked restaurants, invited friends, bought new clothes and counted down the days until they could celebrate another year of being alive. I had never understood the excitement.For me, it had always been just another date on the calendar, another day, year and another reminder that time kept moving whether I wanted it to or not.Tomorrow was my birthday.I knew that because my mother had mentioned it several times over the past few weeks, even though she hadn't mentioned it, I would have still known it because of him.Ethan had also made some careless remark about it recently, though I had ignored him.I hadn't told Karma, there was no point.She had enough things to worry about without adding a birthday celebration to the list. Besides, I wasn't expecting anything. I never did.I sat behind my desk, staring at the repor
Karma's POVI ended up staying at Yvonne's house much longer than I had intended.What was supposed to be a quick stop by, after dropping them off, stretched into almost three hours, yet somehow, it still didn't feel like enough.After lunch, Auntie Grace insisted on doing the dishes. I volunteered to help, but she shunned me. After which she and Yvonne took turns sharing stories about Dami. Some of them made us laugh until tears gathered in our eyes, while others left an ache in my chest that I doubted would ever completely disappear.For the first time in years, remembering Dami didn't feel like reopening a wound.It felt like honoring her. I found myself smiling more than crying. Maybe healing wasn't forgetting, maybe it was learning to remember without breaking apart.By the time I stood to leave, the afternoon sun had begun its slow descent. Yvonne walked me to the front door despite my protests."You should be resting.""I've rested enough in that hospital bed," she replied with
Chapter 5The police car smelled like stale coffee and leather.Karma sat in the back seat, hands folded in her lap, watching the city pass through the tinted window. Buildings blurred into each other. Traffic lights, people walking in a hurry, an old woman walking a dog almost like she was crawli
Rosa's cleaning supplies fell to the floor and scattered. The spray bottle rolled across the carpet, leaving a trail of blue liquid running through the blood.The sound tore from her chest, echoing everywhere, filling the hallway as the once rowdy, loud and dirty hotel became empty that morning. S
Karma sat back in her booth, lifted her untouched drink, and watched her father drain his fourth glass of whiskey.Mia walked fast.She changed into something tighter—a red dress that barely covered anything. Reapplied her lipstick. Sprayed more perfume. Then catwalked straight to Marcus's table, l
Karma stood up so fast her chair had scraped against the floor. "Nurse," she called, stepping into the hallway. "I need you in here with the patient. Don't leave him alone. Not for any reason, not even if this building was collapsing."The nurse nodded and went inside.Karma walked straight to her







