GesareThe house was quiet, the only sound the faint hum of the air conditioner. Kumba was sitting in the corner of the room, his arms folded, watching me with that unreadable expression of his. I was nervous, more than I wanted to admit, because today Dr. Valentina was coming over to check on me.The doorbell rang, startling me. Kumba rose immediately, his muscles tensing under the soft sweat of his morning routine. “That will be her,” he said.I pulled the blanket around myself, my hand instinctively resting on my stomach. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting answers, punishment, some explanation but whatever it was, it made my stomach twist in anticipation.A soft knock on the door, then Dr. Valentina’s voice: “Gesare? May I come in?”“Yes,” I whispered.She stepped in, her presence calm but professional. “Good morning,” she said, giving me a warm smile. “How are you feeling today?”“Better,” I said, though the truth was more complicated. My leg still throbbed with pain and every ti
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