Madison's POV
I walked into the room shaking in fear. I know that my life is left in the hands of a little girl. If I fail to make the little girl walk again, I'm afraid I'll lose my life.
With the glass of milk in my hand, I turned on the light in the room. Lady Delia was lying at the edge of the bed sleeping while Zara was still awake staring at the ceiling. Such a scary little girl!
"Zara, why aren't you sleeping yet baby?" I asked handing her a glass of milkshake. She kept staring at the cup for sometime before turning her face away like I wasn't giving her anything.
I took a deep breath, and dropped the glass of milk on the table beside the bed. To be honest, I don't even know where to start with this whole task. How do I get a child whose dumb to talk again?
"You can do thi
