When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel)

Jon kept still, answering silence with silence.

Irritation flared in Felix's eyes. He reached out. "Hand over the mask now."

Jonathan rolled his eyes, turned his back, and folded his arms as if Felix had vanished into thin air.

Felix's cheeks burned. This kid is ignoring him on purpose.

"How dare you ignore me!"

He lunged, fist closing on thin air, intent on ripping the mask away.

Jonathan reacted fast, shoving Felix aside with a single firm push.

Caught off guard, Felix staggered back several steps and landed hard on the polished floor.

Eyes wide, he sputtered, "Y-you pushed me!"

Still sitting on the floor, Felix craned his neck toward the showroom and hollered, "Mom! Mom! Someone's bullying me!"

The instant Miranda heard her son's panicked cry, she let the silk blouse slip from her fingers and charged toward the break room. Felix was on the polished marble, legs splayed, tears and screams ricocheting off the mirrored walls.

knees beside him, gathering the trembling boy into her arms. "Sweetheart, what happened? Tell me who dared lay a hand on

by the door, his voice a wail of

silent, unreadable. Rage flashed across her eyes like lightning over dark water. "Staff! Someone get in here, now!" she barked, her

heels hurried over as three sales associates appeared, the store's pastel uniforms fluttering

Her weekly shopping sprees paid their commissions and, more importantly, her family name could ruin their

barrel of a gun. "Is this how you run a luxury

echoed in the air, sharp enough

glacial, a winter too cold for any playground

looks, wondering

Noting Jonathan's neatly pressed

polished

level. “Hi

nothing. Silence, thick as velvet, settled between

softer this time, but the mask only offered its painted

two clerks whispered. "Maybe he can't talk. Could he

offered, as though diagnosing

Miranda's confidence swell. A powerless boy,

happens to

hesitated, torn between decency