Chapter 3 - The Movement in the Water
Overcome with frustration at the sight of what he believed to be a cruel, futile exercise, Lorenzo reached into his jacket pocket for his phone. He intended to call his head of security, order the staff into the garden, and put an end to the scene before Isabella’s heart was broken once again.
His thumb hovered over the speed-dial button.
Before his finger touched the glass screen, Lorenzo froze.
Down beneath the maple tree, the clear herbal water inside the brass basin rippled suddenly.
Lorenzo leaned closer to the windowpane, his breath catching in his throat.
Beneath the floating mint leaves and flower petals, Isabella’s right foot twitched. It wasn't an involuntary spasm. Slowly, deliberately, her small foot glided several inches across the smooth bottom of the brass tub, her toes curling slightly against the warm metal surface.
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Inside the third-floor office, the crystal glass slipped from Lorenzo’s grip, shattering against the hardwood floor. He stood rooted to the spot, completely paralyzed by shock.
Beside the basin, little Emma didn't look surprised at all. She simply looked up at Isabella and beamed a bright, triumphant smile.
