Daisy wasn’t actually her niece, but was the daughter of a woman Miles had dated briefly years ago before his career had taken him across the country. The mother had passed away recently, and Elena had taken the girl in, hoping to eventually find a way to introduce her to the father she had never met.
Miles sat in the quiet of his library and watched Daisy as she sat on the rug, realizing that the universe had sent his own daughter to rescue him from a slow death. Recovery was a grueling process that required months of intense effort, but without the toxins in his system, Miles began to make incredible progress.
One sunny afternoon, he managed to stand up from his wheelchair for the first time without needing the mechanical lift for balance. Daisy was standing right beside him with her hands over her mouth in excitement as he took a shaky step forward and then another toward the window.
“You are actually doing it,” she cheered softly, and Miles turned to look at her with eyes that were now clear and full of a love he had never known before. He reached out and pulled her into a warm embrace, whispering that he was so sorry for all the years they had spent apart from one another.