No one was watching.
No one would ask questions.
But then he heard his grandfather’s voice, clear as if the old man were standing right beside him:
“Your eyes aren’t just for seeing, Leo. They’re for choosing. Look carefully… and choose right.”
So Leo closed the wallet.
And started walking.
A sound lingered in the room—not loud, not dramatic. Just a long, empty tone that seemed to press against the walls and settle into the bones of everyone standing there.
The five-month-old son of billionaire Richard Coleman had just been declared clinically dead.
For a moment, even time seemed unsure of itself.
Machines worth millions had been used. Advanced imaging. Emergency protocols. Teams of experts who had spent decades studying the human body down to its smallest secrets.
And still… they had failed.
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