He returned to Sofia’s bedside, kissed her forehead, and whispered into the quiet room.
“Thank you, Daniel. I won’t waste this.”
Sofia smiled faintly in her sleep.
The miracle wasn’t only her awakening.
It was his.
Money had never been the answer. Love, forgiveness, grace — those were gifts that couldn’t be bought. They could only be received by a heart willing to kneel.
And as dawn broke, Michael understood that some souls don’t leave to punish.
Some return to heal.