Chapter 3 - The Impossible Promise
The surrounding guests exchanged baffled, mocking glances. Marcus let out a harsh bark of laughter, shaking his head.
"Great, now the stray kids are hallucinating," Marcus muttered to the board members. "Somebody get that brat out of here."
Dante ignored his cousin. He leaned forward, his hands gripping the armrests of his black wheelchair so hard his knuckles turned white. His expression was an intense mix of profound surprise and burning, desperate intrigue.
The top neurologists in the country had told Dante his spine was completely severed. They told him he would never feel his legs again.
"You can make me walk?" Dante whispered, his voice trembling slightly, the raw vulnerability in his tone slipping past his tough exterior for the first time in two years.
The little girl didn't back down. She smiled wider, her big eyes twinkling with a deeply guarded secret, looking like she knew the punchline to a joke the rest of the world was entirely blind to.
"Mommy told me your secret," the little girl said, her innocent voice sounding entirely too wise for her age.
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Dante’s breath stopped. The color drained from his face, replaced by a sudden, terrifying wave of realization.
👉 Dante realized this wasn't a random child, and his next question was going to expose a massive conspiracy.
