Daniel said nothing.
But he waited.
And Lily came back.
Each day, she returned quietly.
Sometimes with herbs mixed into the soil.
Sometimes just her voice.
And every time—
Emily responded.
A finger twitch.
A deeper breath.
A slight turn toward the sound of Lily’s voice.
“She hears us,” Lily whispered one afternoon.
Daniel felt his chest tighten.
After eight months of silence… his wife was finding her way back.
Then one night—
Everything changed.
Around 2 a.m., Lily stood beside the bed again, unusually serious.
“Today feels important,” she said softly.
She placed her hands gently over Emily’s belly.
“Please wake up,” she whispered. “Your baby needs you… and your husband misses you.”
Emily’s eyes opened.
Just for a moment—
But she looked straight at Lily.
“Emily!” Daniel gasped, grabbing her hand.
Her lips parted.
A faint breath escaped.
Then her eyes closed again—
But this time… it wasn’t the emptiness of a coma.
