“I am simply someone who listened,” he replied gently. “My grandmother always said that feet remember paths long after fear forgets them.”

Harrison gazed upward at the pale Connecticut sky, his chest swelling with something he had not dared feel for years. He did not know whether Noelle would walk fully again. He did not understand what had just occurred.

But he knew with absolute certainty that the impossible, however briefly, had drawn breath that morning.