Jacob sat quietly on a bench in the yard, rolling up his pant legs until they hugged just above his knees. His knees appeared swollen, as if fluid were trapped inside, soft and slightly twisted. At that moment, memories flooded back, reminding him of how harsh Emma had been back then, bending his leg in such a cruel manner.
Justin glanced at his father's knee and hesitated for a moment, the silver needle poised in his right hand. He took a deep breath and began to work, starting by easing the internal bruising. As the needle pierced the skin, blood seeped out. Applying pressure with both hands, he saw his father's blood flow more freely. He inserted a few more needles, each one charged with energy that spread like liquid mercury, penetrating through the needle points and easing his father
