Ethan knelt and poured a bottle of water into the basin. It shimmered briefly, then went still.
He understood then.
Miracles didn’t always come to stay. Sometimes, they came to remind us that healing begins when we listen—to fear, to hope, to the quiet places we abandon.
When Ethan returned home, Noah was waiting at the door, standing tall.
“Dad,” he said, smiling, “do you think we could adopt someone someday?”
Ethan pulled his son into a hug, heart full and steady.
“Yes,” he said. “I think we already know how.”
