Chapter 37: Healing Steps Toward Us
Morning Light and First Steps
The sun peeked through sheer curtains as Henrick Freeman stood by the window of Suite 407. He wore a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled, his tie loosened- a silent tribute to the slow dawn he’d waited for.
Across from him, the physical therapist had just helped Tiania into a sitting position on the edge of her bed. Her face was pale but determined, chin lifted toward the light. A small smile played on her lips, and her eyes, though clouded, held something fierce.
Henessa, curled in a chair nearby, clapped quietly. “You did it, Mama.”
Henrick’s heart tightened. He crossed the room slowly, taking her hand. “We’re so proud of you.”
Tiania’s fingers squeezed his. Her voice was a fragile whisper: “One step... at a time.”
