The midwife’s voice was calm when she called Saanvi back into the examination room. “Saanvi, aa jao. Check-up ke liye. Jaldi.” (Saanvi, come in. For the check-up. Quickly.)

Saanvi stepped through the doorway. The wooden table stood in the center of the dimly lit room, its surface scarred and stained from years of use. Two male assistants waited near the walls, their eyes already on her. The midwife closed the door and slid the bolt across.