“Take off the glasses,” Katie requested. “I need to see your eyes.”
Ethan slowly removed the sunglasses. His eyes were clouded, covered by a milky film, his pupils fixed. Katie looked at them closely, without a hint of pity.
“Trust me,” she whispered. “I won’t hurt you. I promise.”
“I… I trust you,” Ethan breathed. He didn’t know why, but he did.
Katie gently touched his eye with her fingertips. In that moment, Ethan felt something incredible—a sensation of movement deep within his eyes, as if something were being unsealed. It wasn’t painful; it was just… strange. Like a weight being lifted.
With extreme care, as if she were handling something fragile, Katie began to pull a thin, translucent film from the boy’s right eye. It looked like a shimmering cobweb made of light and mist. It caught the sunlight, glinting with a faint rainbow hue.
“What is that?” Ethan whispered.
“The thing that was blocking your view,” Katie replied.
She placed the film in her palm and moved to the second eye. The process repeated—the same gentle touch, the same feeling of release. The second film joined the first, both of them flickering in her hand.
Ethan blinked. At first, there was only a blinding white light. Then, the light softened, and shapes began to form. They were blurry and indistinct, but they were there. He saw the silhouette of the girl, the dark outline of her hair, and the curve of her smile.
“I… I can see something,” he gasped, his voice trembling. “Katie, I can actually see.”
“What are you doing to my son?!” he barked, causing several passersby to stop and stare.
Katie stood up calmly, holding the shimmering films in her hands.
“I helped him,” she said simply. “He can see.”
Alex grabbed Ethan by the shoulder, pulling him back. “Who are you? What did you do?”
“Dad, wait!” Ethan cried out, his voice panicked but excited. “Dad, listen! I… I see light! I see shapes! I see you!”
The square went silent. The vendors stopped shouting, and the shoppers turned around. A woman nearby covered her mouth with her hand. An old man selling newspapers took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, unable to believe what he was hearing.
Alex stared at his son, speechless. His breath hitched.
“What… what did you say?” he whispered.
“I can see, Dad,” Ethan repeated, tears streaming down his face. “I see the light! I see the people! I see your face! It’s blurry, but it’s you!”
Alex dropped to his knees in front of his son, cupping the boy’s face. He looked into Ethan’s eyes and saw it: the milky film was gone. The pupils were moving, reacting to the light. It was impossible. It defied every medical opinion he had paid for. But it was happening.
“How… how did you do this?” Alex asked, slowly turning to Katie.
The girl stood a few feet away, still holding those strange, glowing films. A crowd was beginning to gather. People were whispering, pointing, and some were pulling out their phones.
“It’s some kind of trick,” one woman muttered.
“No, it’s a miracle,” someone else countered.
“Who are you?” Alex asked, standing up. “How did you know this would work?”
Katie looked at him with eyes that seemed far too old for an eleven-year-old. “I didn’t know,” she said quietly. “I just believed. Sometimes that’s enough.”
“Believed…” Alex shook his head. “Do you realize the doctors called him a hopeless case? We’ve been across the country looking for a cure. And you just…”
He was lost for words. His logical, business-oriented mind was screaming that this couldn’t be real, but his son’s eyes were all the proof he needed.
“We need to get to the hospital,” he finally managed. “I need a doctor to look at this. Ethan, put your glasses on, we’re leaving.”
“But Dad…” Ethan started. “Katie…”
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