I twirled the pen through my fingers. “We want your heart to be happy, right?”

He nodded warily.

“Great. I’m gonna draw a smiley face right over your heart.” I frowned and rubbed my chin. “Can you remind me where your heart is?”

He shook his head.

I poked his foot. “Is it in here?”

He shook his head again, but I saw a trace of a smile.

“What about your armpit? Is that where you keep your heart?”

He shook his head again, pulled his hand out of his mouth, and touched his chest.

“Oh, right. That’s a good place for it. Very traditional.” I brought the pen to his chest and drew two quick circles for eyes, then a larger arc for the smile. The eyes ended up lopsided, and the smile was too wide, more like the Joker from Batman than a traditional happy face, but it didn’t matter.

I capped the pen, tucked it away, and studied Caleb over the top of my new glasses to make sure the magic was active. “All set.”

“That . . . that’s it?” asked Louise. “That’s all it takes?”

“How do we know he’s really better?” asked her husband.

“Take him for a checkup,” said Nidhi. “They’ll want to run a number of tests. Let them do as many as it takes for you to be sure, and then take Caleb and his brother out to celebrate.”

“I recommend ice cream,” I added.

Caleb’s father was crying silently. His mother just stared, like it hadn’t sunk in yet. As for Caleb, he’d pulled away and run back down the hall to play.

“You said it was illegal,” Louise whispered. “The other week, when we asked you for help. Will you get into trouble? Will we? Will they try to take Caleb away from us?”

“I’m already in trouble.” I stood and stretched. “I’ve decided I don’t give a— I’ve decided I don’t care. When the doctors ask, tell them I broke into your house and healed him without your permission. Everyone saw that video clip after the hearing. They saw how frustrated I was. You had nothing to do with it.”

“If you have any trouble, call us,” said Nidhi.

“Anywhere, any time. I’ll be able to get to you.” I grinned. “I’ve almost got my teleporter back up and running again.”

Mr. Blackburn grabbed my hand and squeezed. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t—didn’t do this before.” I watched him and his wife step back, their arms slipping around one another. “And thank you.”

“What for?” asked Mrs. Blackburn.

I smiled. “For letting me know I made the right decision.”