As the days passed, Edward found himself coming home earlier, eager to witness these moments. Rosa’s approach was unorthodox; she would sing, tell stories, and dance, creating a world where Noah could engage without pressure. Gradually, Noah’s responses grew more pronounced. He started to react with more than just his eyes—his fingers would twitch in time to the music, and his lips would occasionally form the beginnings of a smile.
Edward was astonished. It was as if a part of Noah had been awakened, a part that had been dormant for too long. He began to join in, hesitant at first but growing more comfortable with each dance. Together, they created a rhythm of shared laughter and silent communication. The penthouse, once a museum of silence, transformed into a sanctuary of warmth and hope.
