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Evangeline's POVTheo's recovery progressed steadily over the following weeks. Each day brought small victories—sitting up on his own, eating soft foods, speaking in full sentences. The physical therapists worked with him daily, helping him rebuild strength in muscles that had atrophied during his coma.But the emotional recovery was more complicated.Theo had nightmares. He woke screaming about the accident, about the black car, about not being able to move. Some nights I slept in the hospital room with him, holding his hand until he fell back asleep.Dashiell visited every day. Sometimes twice. He brought Theo's favorite books, his toy cars, anything he thought might help. And to his credit, he never pushed. Never tried to take over or override my decisions about Theo's care.He was trying. Really trying to be the father he should have been all along."How's he doing today?" Dashiell asked one afternoon, settling into the chair on the opposite side of Theo's bed."Better. He walked

Evangeline's POVThe day Theo was discharged from the hospital felt surreal. After two months of sterile rooms and beeping monitors, walking out into the sunlight with my son holding my hand seemed almost too good to be true."Ready to go home, sweetheart?" I squeezed his hand gently.Theo nodded, clutching his favorite toy car in his other hand. "Will all my other cars be there?""Every single one. I made sure they're all waiting for you in your room."Ethan appeared with the discharge paperwork and a wheelchair hospital policy required. "All set. Theo, your chariot awaits.""I can walk," Theo protested."Hospital rules, buddy. But once we get outside, you can walk all you want." Ethan helped him into the wheelchair with practiced ease.As we made our way through the hospital corridors, nurses and staff stopped to say goodbye. Theo had become something of a favorite during his stay, and many had followed his recovery closely."You take care of yourself, Theo," one nurse said, rufflin

Evangeline's POVSix Months LaterSpring arrived with an explosion of cherry blossoms and warm sunshine. I stood in the doorway of Theo's new bedroom in our apartment, our own place, finally, after months of staying with Jennifer, watching him arrange his cars on the new shelves Ethan had helped install last weekend."Mama, look! They all fit perfectly!" Theo beamed at his organized collection."They do, sweetheart. Dr. Taylor did a great job measuring.""Can he come over for dinner again tonight?"I smiled. "He's coming over later, yes. But remember, we're having lunch with Dad first.""I know. Dad's bringing Grandma." Theo's expression turned cautious. "Do you think she'll be nice this time?""I think she'll try her best. And if she's not, we'll talk about it after, okay?"Marguerite had been making efforts over the past few months. Real efforts, not just empty promises. She'd attended Theo's therapy sessions, learned about autism from actual experts instead of making assumptions, a