CHAPTER 4 — The Boy Who Remembered a Song
Three months passed.
Emily tried to return to a normal life.
Noah laughed again.
He slept through the night.
But one thing never changed.
Every evening before bed...
The little boy would hum the same Arabic lullaby.
The one Sheikh Khalid had sung on the airplane.
Emily had never taught it to him.
Neither had anyone else.
Yet Noah remembered every note.
One afternoon, an elegant envelope arrived.
There was no logo.
Only a simple handwritten message.
"You once said Noah deserved to smile again. We hope you'll join us."
Attached was an invitation to the grand opening of a children's hospital in Dubai.
Emily almost declined.
She couldn't afford the trip.
Then another envelope arrived.
Inside were two first-class tickets.
No sender.
Only one line.
"Some promises are meant to be kept."
A week later...
Emily and Noah stepped into one of the most beautiful children's hospitals she had ever seen.
Everything was free.
Cancer treatment.
Heart surgery.
Rehabilitation.
Mental health care.
Families from dozens of countries filled the halls.
Rich.
Poor.
Muslim.
Christian.
Jewish.
No one was asked about money.
Only one question appeared at every reception desk.
"How can we help?"
Emily stood frozen.
Above the entrance hung a bronze sculpture of a little girl holding a lantern.
The plaque beneath it read:
In Loving Memory of Princess Aaliyah Al Rashid.
Emily suddenly understood.
The hospital wasn't built because Sheikh Khalid wanted recognition.
It had been built because a father never stopped loving his daughter.
As tears filled her eyes...
A voice behind her quietly said,
"I'm glad you came."
She turned.
It was Khalid.
But before either of them could speak again...
Several black SUVs screeched to a stop outside the hospital.
Men in expensive suits rushed toward the entrance.
Their faces were filled with panic.
"Your Highness..."
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"The board has called an emergency meeting."
Something terrible had happened.
