Chapter 7 - The Witness’s Healing
While Adrian dealt with the legal and corporate fallout, Hannah turned her attention entirely to Noah. The trauma of witnessing the fall, combined with Celeste’s psychological threats, had left the toddler withdrawn and prone to frequent, tearful nightmares.
On a rainy Tuesday, Hannah took Noah to the solarium, a sun-drenched room filled with exotic plants and floor-to-ceiling windows. She sat on the floor with a massive stack of picture books, determined to replace the memories of the stairs with stories of kindness and adventure.
Noah sat in her lap, turning the pages with his small, steady hands.
“Miss Hannah?” he asked softly, looking up at her.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Are the bad people gone for good?”
Hannah pulled him closer, kissing the top of his head. “Yes, Noah. They’re gone. You’re safe. You never have to worry about the bad lady again. Daddy and I are right here, and we aren't going anywhere.”
Noah nodded, seemingly satisfied, but then he looked down at his small wooden blocks, which he had brought into the solarium. “I don't like the stairs anymore,” he admitted.
“You don't have to go near them,” Hannah said firmly. “We can take the elevator, or we can just stay down here where the sun is.”
Just then, Adrian appeared in the doorway, watching them with a look of profound longing. He had been lurking in the shadows of the hallway for several minutes, witnessing the quiet, effortless way Hannah anchored his son.
He walked into the room, kneeling beside them. “Noah, how about we spend the afternoon doing something different? The garden staff just finished clearing out the old greenhouse, and I thought maybe we could pick out some flowers for you and Hannah to plant.”
Noah’s face lit up, his dark eyes sparkling. “Can we grow blue ones? Like the sky?”
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“We can grow whatever color you want,” Adrian laughed, reaching out to ruffle his son's hair.
As the three of them moved toward the garden doors, Hannah looked at Adrian. She saw the way he was looking at her—with a vulnerability that revealed just how much he had changed in such a short time. The fortress was crumbling, and in its place, something far more beautiful was beginning to bloom.
