The sun was just beginning to set, casting an orange glow over the quiet suburban streets. The air was warm, and Maya Johnson, a Black pregnant woman in her late 20s, drove slowly, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.
She had just finished her doctor’s appointment and was eager to get home to her husband, Jordan. She could feel their baby moving gently in her belly, and despite the usual discomfort of her third trimester, she felt a sense of peace.
But that peace didn’t last long. In her rearview mirror, Maya noticed flashing lights—a police car right behind her. A knot formed in her stomach. She hadn’t been speeding, and she knew….Read Full Story Here……………..
