Chapter 4 - Noah Asks Gentle Questions In The Luxury SUV
The black SUV glided smoothly along the interstate highway, leaving the military installation far behind in the ambient glow of twilight.
Eight-year-old Noah sat in his leather booster seat, carefully holding the box of warm cinnamon rolls on his lap like precious cargo.
“Mommy, why couldn't we give the cinnamon rolls to Dad?” Noah asked softly, his bright blue eyes searching her face in the rearview mirror.
Claire kept her hands steady on the leather steering wheel, her expression softening into gentle, maternal warmth as she looked back at him.
“Because your father has some very important business to take care of with his friends, sweetie,” Claire answered calmly and truthfully.
“Did he forget that today was my birthday?” Noah whispered, looking down at the white bakery box held tightly in his hands.
Claire felt a sharp pang in her chest, but her voice remained as steady and unshakeable as the steel frame of the SUV.
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“He forgot a lot of things, Noah, but Mommy will never let anyone forget how special you are,” she promised, pressing a button on the console.
The vehicle’s premium sound system filled the cabin with Noah’s favorite upbeat pop song, turning his tears into a quiet, hopeful smile.
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