“I’m a licensed physical therapist,” she said. “Or… I was. Life forced me to put my career aside. But when I saw Landon, I saw a boy who had given up. And I couldn’t watch that happen. I helped him the only way I knew how.”
Her voice trembled—not with fear, but with honesty.
At that moment, Landon rolled in from the doorway.
“Dad,” he said quietly, “if you fire her, you’re firing the only person who believed in me.”
And then—
Landon pushed on the armrests, braced himself…
And stood.
Shaking. Struggling.
But standing.
Caleb broke—falling to his knees, arms around his son, tears he hadn’t allowed himself to cry in years spilling freely.
“I’m sorry, buddy… I’m so sorry.”
Julia turned away, giving them privacy, but her heart hammered. She didn’t know if this moment would save her—or cost her job anyway.
Katherine tried to strike next.
She took footage to Dr. Patel, Landon’s official therapist.
“This is illegal,” she insisted. “Report her.”
But Dr. Patel watched the tapes silently.
“This isn’t dangerous,” he said finally. “This is exceptional. She’s doing the therapy I should have done.”
Katherine’s plan crumbled.
A NEW MISSION
Dr. Patel approached Caleb with a proposition: