Zeke stared longer than usual. Then just before they passed, he stood up and called out, Sir, I can make your daughter walk again. Jonathan stopped mid-step.
Not because he was offended or confused, but because of how the words were said. Not like a sales pitch. Not like a joke.
Just soft, clear, and serious. Like Zeke believed it completely. Jonathan turned, eyes narrowed.
What did you just say? Zeke didn’t flinch. He stepped forward, tucking his notebook under his arm. I said I can help her walk again.
Jonathan stared at him, his arms tightened around Isla. That’s not funny, kid. I wasn’t joking.
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