Lily looked up at him with calm, steady eyes.
“My grandma says this can help her,” she said softly, lifting the jar. “It’s special soil… from where she grew up.”
Daniel almost stopped her.
But then—
He noticed something.
Emily’s breathing… felt different.
Slightly deeper.
Softer.
Alive.
“What kind of soil is that?” he asked quietly.
“From near a river,” Lily said. “My great-grandma used it to help sick people. She said the earth remembers how to heal… especially mothers.”
It sounded impossible.
But Daniel had already tried everything.
Hope, even in its strangest form… was still hope.
“Okay,” he whispered. “Just… be careful.”
Lily nodded.
She dipped her small hands into the cool, damp soil and gently placed it over Emily’s belly, spreading it slowly, almost reverently.
“Wake up, Miss Emily,” she whispered. “Your baby is waiting for you.”
And then—
Emily’s fingers moved.
Just slightly.
