Chapter26

#Chapter26

Return to the castle

A week later...

/"Careful. Step, another one. We’re almost to the entrance./"

/"Shut up, please!/" I snap at Dawson.

I’m annoyed and unhappy with life.

It’s been a week since the surgery, and I still haven’t recovered my vision. Expectations for doing so were between 20 and 30%. The odds of staying this way forever were even higher than the odds of fixing it.

Why didn’t this happen to a murderer? To a criminal? To a corrupt person? Why, as cliché as it sounds, do bad things happen to good people?