Faith
The morning after Victor’s chilling warning, Noah’s long-scheduled appointment with his child psychologist could not be postponed. With the custody hearing looming that afternoon, Dr. Chen’s updated progress report was vital.
Even with the estate on high alert, two dark security SUVs escorted us out of the iron gates. I sat in the plush leather backseat of the primary vehicle, holding Noah’s small hand in mine. One of Marcus’s senior security drivers was at the wheel, while a trailing car followed fifty feet behind.
Noah was quiet after his session, clutching a fresh coloring book against his chest.
"Dr. Chen said I'm very brave," Noah whispered rasply, looking up at me through his long dark lashes. "He said my drawings are just my heart trying to clear out the bad dust."
"Dr. C
