The Surgeon’s Daughter Had Never Walked — Until a Homeless Boy Whispered, “Let Me Try”

But his hand trembled. His eyes darted toward the window, as if chasing something only he could see.
“Maryanne,” he whispered, voice low, “do you remember the last thing I said before I collapsed?”

She frowned. “You told me you’d never let go.”

He nodded, eyes glassy. “I meant it. Even when… I wasn’t here, I could hear you. Your voice kept pulling me back.”

Maryanne froze. “What do you mean?”

He turned his gaze toward her, tears forming. “There was this place… all light, no pain, no noise. I thought I was gone. But then I heard you crying, calling my name. That’s when I knew — I couldn’t leave yet.”

Maryanne’s throat tightened. She brushed his hair back and pressed her forehead against his. “Then promise me you’ll never go back there again.”

He smiled, faintly. “Not if I can help it.”

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