“I have reviewed the scans again, Miss Whitemere,” the doctor said, then paused. His eyes stayed on the young woman in front of him, noticing how she held her breath, as if afraid even the air might disappoint her. “There is a possibility,” he continued slowly, carefully, “that you will walk again after surgery.” The words fell into the room like something fragile. Elowen sat frozen in her wheelchair, her fingers curling tightly around the armrest until her knuckles turned pale. For a moment, she wondered if she had heard him wrong. Eight months in a wheelchair had taught her one painful lesson—never expect hope. Hope was dangerous. It hurt more when it failed. “Doctor…” Her voice came out hoarse, barely steady. “Please don’t say that just to make me feel better.” She said it firmly, but deep down, a small part of her clung desperately to his words. Even though she had forced herself, again and again, to bury hope, she couldn’t blame herself for feeling it. She had
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