Chapter 7 - Protecting Noah Inside The Mansion Safe Room

Down in the reinforced basement vault, Noah sat on a leather sofa, clutching his favorite toy truck while eating a sandwich. I sat beside him, gently massaging his legs to encourage blood circulation now that the paralyzing toxins were wearing off.
"Nanny, am I going to be able to ride a bicycle like the other kids now?" Noah asked softly, his dark eyes filled with innocent hope. "Yes, Noah, you're going to run, jump, and ride any bike you want very soon," I promised, kissing his forehead.
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