Chapter 35: The Undetectable weapon
The morning sun had barely begun to stretch across the sky when the door in the Keller residence quietly clicked open.
Miles stepped out of his room, dressed in his usual athletic gear—black joggers, a fitted long-sleeve, and running shoes already tied. The air was crisp and still, a perfect moment for his daily run. As he entered the living room, expecting the usual silence of early dawn, he stopped in his tracks.
Daniel was standing there.
Not in a wheelchair. Not leaning on a cane.
Standing. Pacing slowly, steadily, across the room, with Elena close by, her hands gently hovering near just in case. But her face told the whole story—she wasn’t worried anymore. She was proud.
Daniel turned, noticing Miles. "Good morning, son."
Miles’s brow rose in pleasant surprise. "Good morning... I see you recovering fast, father."
Elena beamed at him. "He insisted on getting up this morning. Said he was tired of sitting."
Miles offered a small, proud smile and gave Daniel a nod of approval. "That’s good. Keep it steady, though. No need to push too fast."
Daniel chuckled softly. "What about you? Out for a run again?"
Miles grabbed a towel off the couch and slung it around his neck. "Yeah. Just habit at this point."