Chapter 7
MONTECITO, CALIFORNIA
The glass-walled atrium extended into the backyard behind the main residence of Kip’s estate. Becca was sitting in her wheelchair.
“Lock the breaks, sweetie,” Kip said.
Becca pushed levers inside of each wheel, locking them into place.
“Now, walk to me.”
“Okay, D-Dad. But it was a v-video feed, not in the S-Stream, I’m serious,” Becca said.
“I know you are. You can show me later. Now walk to me. We need to work your legs.”
Using all of her upper body strength, Becca pushed herself to a standing position with a full inhale, and took half steps toward Kip.
“The room is m-moving again,” Becca said.
“Good work. Keep coming.”
Becca reached her father, and he hugged her. He helped her into a chair.
“I have something for you,” he said.
Kip handed Becca
