2 septembre 2026

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

Marcus sighed, already irritated. “Not today, kid. Go your own way.”

The child did not move.

Instead, he took a step closer and spoke in a low voice:

“Your daughter is not sick, sir.”

Marcus froze.

“And she’s not going blind,” the boy continued. “Someone is taking her sight away.”

A shiver ran down Marcus’s spine.

“What are you talking about?”

The boy did not hesitate.

“She’s his wife.”

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