“There’s activity in the nerve pathways that were damaged,” the doctor said slowly. “It’s as if the nerves are reconnecting.”
Jonathan felt his pulse quicken.
“Is that possible?”
“In theory… maybe. But we’ve never seen regeneration happen this quickly.”
Caleb sat quietly beside them.
“Does that mean I could walk again?” he asked.
The doctor hesitated.
“If the healing continues… maybe.”
Jonathan spent the next two days searching the city.
He checked shelters, parks, train stations.
He asked security cameras near the property.
But no one had seen the girl with the golden jar.
On the third afternoon, Caleb asked to go back to the garden.
Jonathan carried him beneath the oak tree.
They waited.
For almost an hour nothing happened.
Then the hedge rustled.
Emma stepped through quietly.
She looked exactly the same—dusty shoes, tangled hair, and that mysterious jar in her hands.
“You came back,” Caleb said with a hopeful smile.
Emma nodded.
Jonathan stood slowly.
“Why are you helping him?”
She looked at Caleb for a long moment.
“Because he shared his lunch with someone who needed it more.”
Jonathan felt something tighten in his chest.
Emma opened the jar again.
“This will help his body remember,” she said.