The days that followed the stem cell therapy were quieter than Alliah had expected. There was no sudden surge of healing, no dramatic transformation overnight—only a steady, subtle progression, as though her body was learning how to weave itself back together.
Each morning she awoke with a new awareness. Sometimes it was a gentle easing of pain, sometimes a sense of energy lingering longer in her limbs. She began keeping a careful record in her journal, each entry a small testament to her progress.
Apple was by her side more often now. She brought warmth and constancy to Alliah’s days, carrying herbal tea and encouraging words. Sometimes they sat together by the window, watching the sun climb over the horizon.
“You’re different now,” Apple said one morning, her voice quiet. “Not just ph
