Daniel Harris lowered his gaze, his face calm, as if he no longer cared one bit about his own eyes. "If I'm really blind, then so be it."
He couldn't even recognize the most important person to him, so what was the point of being able to see?
Owen Finley sighed and said, "Why are you doing this to yourself? I don't really know what's going on between you, Mabel Quinn, and Grace Yowell, but there's no need to make things hard on your body. Do you really want to go back to that completely dark world?"
Daniel Harris stayed silent, his entire being as immobile as a wooden doll, as if his soul had vacated his physical shell.
