A year later, Jermaine stood at a podium in front of a brand-new community clinic on the edge of Savannah. A glass sign above the door read: The Inez Claremont Center for Integrative Medicine and Healing
Gregory Sutcliffe stood in the front row, smiling. Vivian held Coleman, who giggled and smacked her necklace. Jermaine’s mother was beside them, shoulders back, proud in a way that glowed.
Jermaine cleared his throat and spoke to the crowd. “My grandmother used to say that knowledge lives everywhere. In books. In soil. In breath. Anyone can learn if they are not taught to be afraid of their own voice. I learned from her that science and tradition are not enemies. They are siblings who lost touch and need to meet again. This center is where they will shake hands. Where nobody will be dismissed for being poor or different. Where every plant is treated like a teacher. Where every child is seen.”
He paused. The wind brushed his face. He felt the future leaning in.