He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 51

Maisie was shaking with anger, and Theresia felt every bit of it. She remembered how, three years ago, Patti had set her up and stolen her corneas. She’d spent three years in darkness because of that, and the hatred from it still pulsed through her veins. Theresia could never let herself forget.

Patti rested her hand on Maisie’s shoulder, her voice gentle but firm. “Maisie, people who hurt us shouldn’t get away with it. Don’t you think it’s time they paid?”

…

After leaving Maisie’s place, Theresia walked a while before getting in her car. She called Hanson right away, letting him know that Maisie had agreed to testify against Patti.

She drove with one hand, replaying Maisie’s parting words in her mind. That’s how she found out Patti was planning a solo art show. Patti’s plan to team up with Vermilion Gallery had crashed and burned, so now she was scrambling for another way to save her reputation. She just never learned.

A solo exhibition? Fine. Theresia would make sure Patti got a show she’d never forget.

Her eyes stayed locked on the road, lips curving in a cold smile. She pressed down on the gas, speeding away.

By the time she wrapped up with Maisie and made it back to her hotel, the afternoon was winding down.

She hopped in the shower, and her hair was still dripping when her phone rang. It was Farris.

“Theresia, be my girlfriend.”

She stared at her phone, confused, double-checking the caller ID. It was definitely Farris. Had he lost his mind?

“Farris, did you call the wrong number?”

He sounded desperate, almost like he was about to cry. “Theresia, I’m in huge trouble. I really need your help. If you don’t help me, I’m doomed.”

Theresia stayed cool. She knew Farris and his over-the-top drama. “Okay, just tell me what’s going on.”

He got serious fast. “My mom’s trying to force me to marry some woman I’ve never met. I panicked and told her I already have a girlfriend.”

“And?”

Theresia grabbed a bottle of water and sank into the bamboo chair on her balcony. She let the breeze cool her off, took a sip, and then called another number.

When someone picked up, she said, “Jackson, I need a favor. Here’s what’s going on…”

At the same time, over at the Baker house…

Patti had been busy planning her art show, but there was one big problem—no gallery wanted to host her.

Frustrated, she tossed her phone aside.

Leila sat down next to her, trying to comfort her. “Patti, don’t stress so much. Those people only care about status. I already told your dad about the gallery. Let’s just wait and see what he can do.”

Patti scowled, her mood getting worse. Eric was all talk and no help. When it really mattered, he was even less reliable than Felton. Honestly, Patti never expected much from him anyway.