It was Sunday night when Arthur stepped out of his car, taking a deep breath before heading toward Zoe’s apartment. In his hands, he carried a neatly wrapped box — a carefully chosen gift for her mother. Despite his busy week, he knew this visit mattered. It was time to show respect to Zoe’s family.

When Zoe opened the door, her smile lit up the hallway.

“Nervous, doctor?” she teased, folding her arms.

“Not too much — just enough to remind me how important this is,” he replied, smiling warmly.