Chapter 3 - The Astonished Café Crowd Witnesses The Impossible Event
A sharp clatter broke the spell as a nearby patron dropped a silver spoon onto the cobblestone pavement.
Several heads turned toward their table, noticing the way Arthur’s wheelchair sat empty while his feet remained planted flat on the ground.
“Mister, you need to sit back down before people start asking questions,” the older boy whispered urgently, glancing toward the street.
Arthur shook his head slowly, feeling the blood circulate through limbs that doctors had written off as permanently paralyzed.
“I’m not sitting back down in that chair,” Arthur declared, his voice carrying a sudden, commanding strength.
The two younger children who had been standing quietly behind their brother stepped closer, clutching their oversized torn jackets.
“We have to go,” the girl with the braided hair said nervously, tugging on her brother’s frayed sleeve. “They’re looking for us everywhere.”
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Arthur looked at the hungry, exhausted faces of the three children and the sleeping miracle resting in their arms.
The casual indifference he had worn like armor for years instantly dissolved into a fierce, protective resolve.
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