Daniel stood frozen in the doorway, grappling with the conflicting emotions that whirled around him. His mind raced, trying to make sense of Ethan’s words. How could it be possible? The doctors had been adamant—his son would never walk again.
He watched Ethan, who now seemed more animated than he had been in years, as if ignited by a flicker of life. The hope in Ethan’s eyes had been unmistakable, and it tugged at Daniel’s heart, creating a tear in the fabric of his well-ordered world.
Sophia, who had heard the commotion, appeared at the door, her eyes questioning. Daniel turned to her, his voice softer but still laced with disbelief. “He says he felt something.”
Sophia gasped, covering her mouth with her hand and rushing to Ethan’s side. She knelt beside him, holding his hand tightly. “Is it true, Ethan? Did you really feel something?”
Ethan nodded vigorously, his eyes bright with unshed tears. “Yes, Mom. It was like a tingle, a spark. Something I haven’t felt since… since the accident.”
