#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?