“Your daughter is not blind… it is your wife who has been putting something in her food.”

Even in that sweltering heat, she wore a thick sweater, as if trying to protect herself from a world she could no longer see.

Marcus glanced at his watch out of habit, but time meant nothing anymore. For six months, his daughter’s eyesight had been fading, dying irretrievably no matter how many specialists he flew in.

London. Dubai. New York.

Always the same answer.

A rare degenerative disease.

But deep down, Marcus didn’t believe it.