Mr. Craven had wandered through Europe, visiting many beautiful places, famous mountains, and Norwegian fjords. Yet, it couldn't make him better; the cloud still hung over him.
One day, while hiking in a forest, he decided to rest on a carpet of moss beside a stream. He didn't know how long he had sat there, but the sunlight washed over him. As he looked around, he saw flowers blooming, birds singing, and the stream playing its gentle rhythm. And suddenly, he felt a sense of peace he hadn't experienced in a long time.
That night, he slept soundly, free from nightmares for the first time in months.
One day, while seated on a balcony chair in a hotel room, the moonlight bathed him in its soft glow. He drifted off to sleep and dreamed of his wife, who softly called out, "Archie! In the garden."
The next morning, a servant brought him a letter from Mrs. Sowerby, urging him to return home.
Upon his arrival, he immediately summoned Mrs. Medlock, inquiring about Colin's condition. However, she seemed hesitant to respond. He said nervously, "I think he might be better or worse. No one knows if he eats much or not at all."
Mr. Craven felt an inexplicable pull towards the secret garden. He had buried the key ten years ago, but a powerful intuition told him something was there, and he had to see it. He walked past the old fountain, now surrounded by vibrant flowers. He stopped at the garden door, and as if by magic, it creaked open. A boy burst out, bumping into him. "Father, I'm Colin!"
Mr. Craven couldn't believe his eyes. His son was running on his own legs! Was it a miracle wrought by the garden? "Tell me everything about it," he said, his voice trembling with emotion.
Colin led him into the garden and shared his story. As they walked through the yard, all the servants stared in astonishment. There was no longer a sickly boy, but a healthy young man walking freely, just like any other boy.
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