“Watch!” she giggled.
Very carefully, she lifted one foot—just an inch—from the basin floor.
Daniel had never seen that before.
In physical therapy sessions, it took two adults and a harness system to achieve half that motion.
“Put your foot down, sweetheart,” Daniel said instinctively, fear rising again.
But she didn’t look strained.
She looked delighted.
“It doesn’t hurt!” she said.
Marcus spoke softly. “The water takes some of the weight off. She told me her legs feel heavy all the time.”
Daniel stared at him.
Lily had told him that too. Countless times.
“My legs are too heavy, Daddy.”
And every time, Daniel had tightened security, added equipment, scheduled another consultation.
But he had never thought about buoyancy.
He had never thought about play.
“Can I try again?” Lily asked, eyes shining.
Daniel swallowed.
This went against every protective impulse he had.
Yet she was stable. The basin was wide. Marcus had positioned it on even gravel, not sharp stones. He had clearly thought it through more than Daniel wanted to admit.
“Okay,” Daniel said slowly. “But I’m right here.”
Lily grinned.
She shifted again. This time, she lifted her right foot slightly higher.
Her ankle trembled.
