Selma Payne's POV:
No matter what, my father wouldn't allow Dorothy to risk going to the Rocky Mountains, much less me.
We could only leave in low spirits.
Dorothy's eyes were getting worse and worse. Recently, she often had dry eyes and tears in the wind. Tracy had done a checkup and said that Dorothy's eyes had already developed some lesion. Although the degree was still light, no one knew how bad the results would be if this continued.
Although the advanced party's news brought us hope, it made us even more anxious.
Thus, when we were having dinner alone that night, I couldn't help but mention her father to her.
Dorothy was not as resistant as the last time, but she did nothing out of the ordinary. She did not care at all, as if I had just mentioned a stranger.
"I won't beg him, Selma," she said. "It's not just because I'm a stranger to him but also because I don't think it's necessary."
"Why?" I asked in confusion.
