“The final X-rays show the bone has fully fused,” Dr.

Aris said, turning his head toward me.

“He doesn’t need the brace or any more therapy.”

Toby looked down at his right hand, opening and closing his fingers.

“Can I paint with my watercolors again?” Toby asked softly.

“You can paint and draw as much as you want,” Dr.

Aris said, making a final check mark on his chart.

Toby looked across the small room at me, his soft eyes bright and steady.