“The dancing.”
He hesitated.
Not out of fear.
Out of uncertainty.
No one had ever asked him to repeat something that wasn’t survival.
So he did it again.
Clumsy.
Unbalanced.
Untrained.
But free.
Emily laughed.
Again.
Daniel stood at a distance.
Not interfering.
Observing.
For the first time since the accident…
There was response.
Not from therapy.
Not from medicine.
From randomness.
