She didn't want to discourage her son, so she hesitated, unsure whether to tell him the truth. Yet, Robert, perceptive as always, had already guessed the severity of his injury.
He understood—his leg was far worse than he had initially imagined.
"Mom, it's okay..." Robert’s youthful face remained indifferent, revealing neither sadness nor joy. "Just tell me."
Celeste couldn't stop the tears from falling as she choked out, "Son, the doctor said your leg was crushed in the accident. You’ll likely need a wheelchair for a while before starting rehabilitation therapy. Maybe… there's a chance for recovery."
Maybe... a chance.
Those words pierced Robert's heart. Did they mean the hope of him walking again was slim to none?
The young boy lowered his gaze, concealing his emotions. He appeared as calm as an elder, his expression cold and detached.
Feeling nothing was impossible.