The room was still when Sarah noticed it—Noah’s tiny fingers curled beside Max, their golden retriever pressed close.
She gasped. Michael gripped her shoulder, whispering, “Call the doctor.”
But the doctor only smiled. “Sometimes love does what medicine can’t.”
Little by little, Noah came back—his eyes tracking the mobile, a faint sound on his lips. And through it all, Max never left his side.
Against all odds, warmth returned to their home—carried by a boy, his dog, and a bond beyond science.