It wasn’t perfect; his legs felt weak, unsteady as if learning to walk anew, but the miracle was undeniable. He moved with deliberate caution, each step an exercise in courage. A silent promise to himself solidified with each footfall—he would find Luke and pay him what he was due. More than money, Alexander realized he owed the boy gratitude for rekindling his spirit, for showing him that hope could be born from the most unexpected seeds.
As he maneuvered through his home, he found himself drawn to the window. Gazing out, the world seemed different, imbued with colors and sounds he had ignored in his bitterness. The laughter of children in the distance no longer grated but sang to him, echoing the innocence and wonder he’d long abandoned.
Alexander Harrington, the once-dominant titan, now stood a man reborn—not through the sterile hands of renowned surgeons or the beeping life of hospital machines, but through the simple touch of a child. He had been healed not just in body, but in heart, reminded of life’s unpredictable beauty and the magic that still lingered in its corners.
With newfound resolve, he planned his day. The first order of business: finding the boy who had done the impossible. He would keep his word, not just with the promised million but with opportunities, support, and friendship. For in the unlikeliest of encounters, Alexander had rediscovered pieces of himself he thought forever lost—a testament to the power of faith, wonder, and