Chapter 9 - The First Step
Sixteen months after meeting Ivy and June, William stood between parallel bars.
Naomi watched.
The twins held their breath.
Dr. Grant stood nearby.
His therapist said:
“Shift weight.”
William did.
“Right.”
He moved.
“Left foot.”
Nothing.
Again.
Sweat covered his forehead.
“Again.”
He hated that word.
Then his left leg moved.
Not far.
Half a step.
The room exploded.
Ivy screamed.
June cried.
Naomi covered her mouth.
William froze.
His foot rested six inches ahead.
One step.
Thirty-one years.
One step.
He laughed.
Then collapsed into the harness.
Everybody rushed forward.
“I’m fine.”
“You’re crying,” June said.
“Apparently rich people do that.”
She grinned.
The video remained private for a week.
Then William chose to release it.
Not as miracle marketing.
As confession.
He spoke publicly:
“My recovery raises difficult questions about systems I once trusted and a company bearing my name.”
He credited Naomi.
Her face became national news overnight.
She hated it.
“I look tired.”
“You were tired.”
“The internet says I’m Cinderella.”
William frowned.
“You’d hate the shoes.”
“Yes.”
They laughed.
The story spread.
But William refused sensational promises.
He emphasized that spinal injuries differ and his case involved incomplete injury, suppressed recovery, and individual rehabilitation.
No miracle cure.
No false hope.
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That mattered to Naomi.
It mattered to William now too.
