Chapter 7 - Escorting The Hungry Children Out Of The Café
“Leo, grab your sisters and stay close to my left side,” Arthur instructed, tossing a hundred-dollar bill onto the table.
He stepped away from the table, taking his first unassisted steps down the sidewalk toward his waiting private car.
The motion felt awkward at first, like a rusty engine restarting after a decade in storage, but the strength quickly returned.
Passersby stared in sheer amazement at the wealthy businessman walking alongside a group of destitute children.
Arthur ignored them completely, guiding the group through the side exit of the café toward the private alleyway.
His vintage black town car sat parked against the curb, tinted windows reflecting the afternoon Boston sunlight.
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Arthur pressed his thumb against the biometric door scanner, unlocking the heavily armored vehicle with a soft click.
“Get inside, kids,” Arthur urged gently, holding the door open for Leo and his trembling sisters.
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