Lila strutted into the bedroom, her voice dripping with saccharine mockery.

“Gene, I’ve called her so many times. She’s blaming us for taking her corneas, refusing to come out, no matter what I say.”

Her voice was like poison, twisting everything to drive Gene Wells even further away from me.

It was clear this might be my only chance to get something to eat.

Desperate, I tried to get out of bed, but as soon as my feet hit the floor, I collapsed.

Just before I lost consciousness, I heard someone yelling my name in panic.

Gene Wells.

Did he actually care, despite everything?

When I woke again, I was...