Chapter 26 - Healing the Wounds
One month later.
Inside a private rehabilitation center, a serene calm replaced the chaos of the past. Warm afternoon sunlight streamed through the tall glass windows.
Ruth sat in a plush armchair. Her hands were still wrapped in clean white bandages, but she was regaining movement day by day. Nearby, little Maisie was taking her very first wobbly toddler steps, laughing merrily before tumbling safely into Ruth’s lap.
The door opened gently, and Grant stepped inside.
A miracle had unfolded: he was no longer bound to the cold black wheelchair. Supporting himself with an elegant polished walnut cane, he took steady, deliberate steps across the room.
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"The physical therapist says the nerve regeneration is ahead of schedule," Grant smiled warmly, his eyes glowing with a vigor that had vanished the day Olivia died. "If you hadn't reignited my will to live, Ruth, I would have stayed trapped in that chair forever."
Ruth smiled back softly. "It was your love for Maisie that brought you back to your feet, sir."
