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.”