Over the next few days, Lior was finally cleared to go.
Mason drove us to his house. I sat in the passenger seat, stealing quiet glances at Lior in the back. He looked smaller somehow, still a little weak, but there was light in his eyes again. I focused on that.
Mason’s house came into view, and even before we stepped inside, I knew nothing about Lior’s life was going to remain the same.
The moment we walked into his room, Lior froze. His eyes widened slowly, taking everything in like he didn’t trust it was real.
He turned to Mason. “Dad… is this really my room?”
Mason nodded. “Yeah. It’s yours.”
“I get to sleep here?”
There was something in his voice that made my chest tighten.
“Yes,” Mason said calmly. “Do you like it?”
Lior nodded quickly. “I do. It’s… it’s amazing.”
He climb
