Richard stood by, torn between skepticism and the faint hope that maybe, just maybe, this was the miracle he had been praying for. The boy’s hum seemed to reverberate, gently echoing off the walls and into the quiet spaces of the room, as if calling Emily back from wherever she was.

Minutes passed, the boy unwavering, the melody unbroken. The room seemed to hold its breath, suspended in that peculiar moment where reality and the impossible danced together. Richard didn’t know what to expect, yet his heart dared to hope.