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Zeke stared longer than usual. Then just before they passed, he stood up and called out, Sir, I can make your daughter walk again. Jonathan stopped mid-step.
Not because he was offended or confused, but because of how the words were said. Not like a sales pitch. Not like a joke.
What did you just say? Zeke didn’t flinch. He stepped forward, tucking his notebook under his arm. I said I can help her walk again.
Jonathan stared at him, his arms tightened around Isla. That’s not funny, kid. I wasn’t joking.
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