He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 30

Patti pressed her fingers to her temples, her expression twisted with pain. She leaned into Lawrence, her voice barely more than a whisper. “I thought today was the day I’d finally become Moses’s student. I even wanted to treat myself to that good news as a birthday present. But now… Lawrence, I’m so upset. I don’t know what to do with myself.”

Lawrence’s heart squeezed. He reached up and gently wiped away the tears on her cheeks.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just Patti being Patti, but suddenly she pulled him close and kissed him. Lawrence froze, completely caught off guard. For a second, he didn’t move. Maybe he was drunk too, or maybe he just couldn’t bring himself to push her away.

The kiss deepened. Their breathing grew uneven, mingling in the quiet room. Patti wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes shining with a teasing glimmer. “Lawrence, tell me. How much do you love me?”

Lawrence’s breath was heavy, his voice rough with emotion. “I’d give up everything for you. Even my life.”

He had felt this way about Patti since their days at the orphanage. Still, as those words left his lips, another face flickered through his mind for just a moment.

Meanwhile, in another part of the city, Theresia sat alone in a huge private room. She had already sent away all the guests Lawrence invited for her birthday. She knew he wasn’t coming. The room felt so big with just her in it, the silence pressing in from all sides. She sat quietly in the corner, fading into the dim light. As the minutes ticked by, her face became unreadable, every trace of emotion melting away.

Next to Patti, she was just a background character. This whole marriage had always been a one-woman show. She hadn’t left yet, only because she wanted to see it through, to give this ridiculous relationship a real ending.

After what felt like ages, she heard the clock downstairs strike midnight. She smiled, but it was faint and tired. It was true, someone could really wither away in just one night.

She murmured to herself, “Happy birthday, Theresia.”

Three years of marriage, over. We’re over. Goodbye, Lawrence.

A bitter ache spread through her chest. Theresia pressed her lips together, stood up, and walked out.

It was late. The city was quiet, the night air sharp with cold. Theresia left the club and wandered along the riverbank. The wind chilled her to the bone, but it couldn’t chase away the fog in her eyes. She kept walking, not really knowing where she was going. Suddenly, fireworks exploded on the far side of the river, lighting up the night.

People nearby started talking, their voices drifting through the air.

The voice paused, then added, “Lawrence isn’t coming home tonight. He’ll be with me all night. So enjoy being alone.”

The blue from the fireworks painted the riverbank. Theresia’s hand trembled, her nails digging into her palm, but her voice stayed calm.

“If you love him that much, you can have him.”

There was silence on the other end. “What… what do you mean?”

Theresia’s eyes were clear, her voice steady. “Patti, I’m giving Lawrence to you. He’s yours, free of charge.”

She hung up without another word. Then she dialed a new number. “Hanson, can you pick me up? I need a ride to the airport.”