Chapter 67

“You don’t have anything else to say?” I risk asking.

“I’m thinking how to answer, because this is not what I was expecting. And anyway, all the other doctors told you it’s a difficult surgery and it isn’t clear yet if it would even work properly. Why should you go to this guy you don’t even know?”

“Why shouldn’t I go?”

Sean looks at me and nervously licks his lips.

“We’d discussed going to Ireland for Christmas. Together,” he says, half murmuring. I know this is something he really cares about, but I care about me and my face, too.

“Christmas will come around again next year. My face needs to be fixed now.”

I see him squeeze his eyes imperceptibly; I presume it’s a sign of anger and not a sudden attack of myopia. He presses a hand to his face and stands up, moving in front of me.

“Why don’t you think about it for a bit?”

He’s using the tone of voice that tells me he thinks I’m completely out of my mind.