That night, Alexander reviewed the boys’ latest medical reports.
Their inflammation markers were down. Their sleep cycles improved. Their stress hormones—measurably lower.
The doctors were stunned.
They called it “unexpected progress.”
Alexander knew better.
The next morning, he called Emily into his office.
“I want you to stay,” he said simply.
She blinked. “You’re not angry?”
“I’m grateful,” he replied. “And I want to know—what do you really want to do with your life?”
Emily hesitated, then smiled sadly.
“I want to study pediatric therapy. Help children cope with long-term illness.”
Alexander nodded.
“Then you will,” he said. “On my dime.”
Her eyes filled with tears.
