From that moment, something began.
The next day, the twitch happened again. Then again the day after. A toe this time. A slight bend at the knee. They recorded every moment, not trusting their own memories. They showed the videos to the doctors.
The neurologist watched in stunned silence, replaying the clip of Noah’s finger curling around Max’s paw.
“This… this shouldn’t be happening,” he finally said. “But it is.”
They called it “unexplained neural activity.” A rare phenomenon. Some hinted it was a fluke. A coincidence. But the Parkers didn’t care what it was called.
All they knew was that their son had moved.
And every time Max lay beside him, the responses grew stronger.
A month later, Noah turned his head toward the sound of Max’s bark.
Two months after that, his eyes followed the puppy across the room.
