Chapter 128: Iris

Iris pulled to a stop in front of the optometrists and stared up at the cheerful sign – Mor-Vision, with the slogan, Don't you want to see mor...? emblazoned below it.

She didn't want to be there. She rather figured she would choose to be anywhere but there if she could get away with it.

It wasn't that she minded Dr. Mor. He was fine and all. He gave her her first eye exam when she was ten; helped fit her for her first pair of glasses when she was fifteen. She'd long ago started wearing contacts, and he'd fitted her for those, too.

No, it wasn't Dr. Mor, or even the idea of spending money on glasses, although God knows she didn't have much room left in the budget for them. Spending significant amounts of time in the ICU at the hospital with a brain injury did tend to put a damper on checkbook balances.

No, it was the idea that she was about to admit defeat. And she really, really hated to admit defeat.