Richard watched, his heart pounding with a mixture of desperation and skepticism. The boy’s eyes were closed, lips moving silently as if reciting a prayer or an incantation. The room felt thicker, as if time itself held its breath. A moment later, the boy opened his eyes and stepped back, his gaze steady but gentle.
“Now we wait,” he said simply, his voice barely above a whisper.
Richard didn’t know what to say. He wanted to clutch onto any sliver of hope, no matter how irrational it seemed. But his rational mind fought back, reminding him that this was just a child’s fantasy. How could a barefoot boy, a stranger to them all, possibly achieve what renowned doctors and specialists said was nearly impossible?
