“They say she’s going blind,” the boy continued, looking at Maya with a kind of pity that broke Jerry’s heart. “But it’s a lie. Someone in your big house is slowly taking her light away.”
Jerry felt a rush of anger. He was not about to take medical advice from a kid off the street.
“Are you crazy? Who sent you? If this is some joke from one of my rivals—”
But the boy stepped even closer, dropping his voice.
“It’s your wife, sir. The one with the red hair. She put something in the little girl’s food every single day.”