Laura’s heart tightened.
“You can’t stay there,” she said.
Michael nodded.
“You can stay here while you help Emma. But there’s one condition—you go to school.”
Jordan’s eyes widened.
“Really?”
Emma grinned.
“Now I have a brother!”
Everyone laughed, and for the first time in months hope filled the Anderson house.
The next morning Jordan prepared the treatment. In the garden he carefully picked rosemary and mint. Inside, he filled a basin with warm water and herbs.
Kneeling beside Emma, he gently placed her feet in the water.
“It may feel strange,” he said softly.
Emma closed her eyes.
“It feels nice.”
Then he began pressing specific points on her feet, exactly as his grandmother had taught him.
“Do you feel anything?” he asked.
“A tingling,” she whispered.
Michael and Laura exchanged glances. Emma hadn’t felt sensation in her legs for months.
Jordan continued the massage for twenty minutes.
“How do you feel now?” he asked.
“My legs feel… awake,” Emma said.
Michael still doubted—but he was no longer dismissive.
“How often should this be done?”
“Twice a day,” Jordan replied.
That afternoon, during the second session, something incredible happened.
Jordan pressed a point on Emma’s foot.
She gasped.