Chapter 18 - Noah Celebrates His Ninth Birthday In Peace
A year later, the backyard of Claire’s Greenwich Village brownstone was decorated with colorful lanterns and blooming garden flowers.
Nine-year-old Noah ran through the green lawn with his classmates, kicking a soccer ball toward a small white goal net.
Claire sat on the patio furniture with Daniel Mercer, sipping iced tea while watching her son play without a single care in the world.
“The foundation has expanded to twelve military installations across six states, Claire,” Daniel reported, placing a folder on the table.
“And Noah’s trust fund?” Claire asked, her eyes never leaving her happy son as he scored a goal and cheered loudly.
“It’s growing steadily, fully protected by three independent board trustees,” Daniel confirmed with a warm, reassuring smile.
Noah ran over to the table, wiping sweat from his forehead with his sleeve before grabbing a fresh glass of lemonade from the tray.
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“Mommy, this is the best birthday ever!” Noah cheered, giving her a quick hug around her waist before running back to his game.
Claire held him tightly for a second, feeling the quiet, absolute peace that comes from protecting the ones you love most in this world.
