Noah was breathing faster now.
Not weaker.
Stronger.
The girl was still kneeling, her hand still on his knee.
And then—
Noah’s foot moved again.
Not a twitch.
A real movement.
Ethan stumbled back.
“No… no, this is impossible…”
The girl finally stood up.
Calm.
Too calm.
And said:
“I told you. I was sent to find you.”
Ethan’s eyes narrowed.
“By who?”
A long pause.
The girl looked directly at him.
And whispered something that made his blood freeze:
“Because this didn’t start with your son.”
Before Ethan could react—
Noah suddenly whispered:
“…Dad… I remember something.”
Ethan turned—
and the boy’s legs moved again.
This time, fully.
The girl stepped back into the shadows and said:
“Now you see why they tried to hide him.”
Ethan ran toward his son—
but the girl was already gone.
