She repeated the process on his left eye, and soon two delicate films rested in her hands.
When Emmett opened his eyes again, the plaza emerged in all its vivid detail: shapes, colors, sunlight dancing on brick. Slowly, he recognized her—Juliette, smiling at him.
“I… I can see!” he gasped. “I can see you!”
At that moment, Harrison’s voice rang out. “What have you done to my son?” His face was pale, fists clenched, drawing the attention of passersby.
“I helped him,” Juliette said calmly.
Harrison seized Emmett’s shoulders. “Who are you? What did you do?” he demanded.
“Dad, listen!” Emmett cried. “I can see! I see you!”
Harrison dropped to his knees beside him, overcome with disbelief and gratitude. “Explain… explain how you did this,” he said.
“I only believed,” Juliette replied.
Fear, awe, and wonder warred inside him. He rushed Emmett to Mercer City Hospital, where doctors who had declared the blindness permanent found no trace of disease. Pupils responded, retinas were healthy.
“I… I cannot explain it,” admitted Dr. Wallace Kendall, a leading ophthalmologist. “Medically, this is impossible. If there is a word for it… it is miracle.”