He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 167

Theresia slid into the back seat and scrolled through her phone without thinking, her thumb landing on Twitter. Right at the top was a fresh post from Naomi.

Breakfast from my darling daughter, followed by a little smiley face. The attached photo was clearly one Naomi had snapped in secret at the restaurant.

Theresia’s nose tingled and her eyes prickled with tears. She tapped a quiet like on the post, then called Hanson.

He answered just after landing, one hand gripping his suitcase, the other already on his phone. “Theresia, what’s going on?”

She wiped the corner of her eye, her whole demeanor sharpening. “Hanson, I want to know what Naomi’s last ten years were like. Inside.”

He sounded surprised. “You never wanted to talk about this before. What changed?”

He was right. For a decade, Theresia had kept Naomi at arm’s length, refusing forgiveness or even a real relationship. Bringing her to Harrisburg had only been about duty—nothing more. So when did she start to let her in?

Theresia couldn’t say. She didn’t even try to explain.

“Just look into it for me. Don’t ask so many questions.”

Hanson let out a half-laugh. “Why are you so worked up? I never said I wouldn’t help. Tell you what, pick me up from the airport and let’s grab lunch with Helena.”

“No. I don’t have time,” she shot back.

He chuckled. “It’s Sunday, what could possibly be so urgent? Are you seeing someone?”

Theresia frowned. “You talk way too much. I’m hanging up now.”

“Did you handle it?” Garry asked, raising an eyebrow.

She was already at his bedside, her medical supplies laid out and ready. Theresia nodded and opened the kit.

Garry watched her, amused, taking it all in. When she finished setting up and looked at him, their eyes met.

The silent moment sent a wave of awkwardness through her. She looked away and sat at the edge of the bed. “Garry, I’m going to take off the gauze now.”

“Go ahead,” he said.

He pulled back the covers without hesitation, revealing toned abs and a defined V-line along his hips. Broad shoulders, narrow waist—he looked better than ninety-nine percent of men out there.