Isabelle, feeling a surge of renewed hope and relief, allowed herself to be led away, James’s hand never leaving hers. As they walked, she glimpsed the officers, who offered her nods of encouragement. The younger officer even whispered, “Take care, ma’am,” as she passed.

In the examination room, Dr. Monroe was waiting, his expression one of concern and professionalism. “Isabelle, I’m so sorry for the delay. Let’s see what’s going on,” he said gently, setting to work immediately.