Chapter 41 In My Eyes

• After school the next afternoon, Victor was waiting in the Lamborghini by the gate. As he helped me into the car, I noticed a small white bag on the car’s dashboard.
• “That bag is for you,” Victor told me as he climbed behind the steering wheel. “Findlay picked them up from Dr. Martin’s office this afternoon.”
• “Is that my contact lenses?” I felt pangs of both anxiety and excitement as I picked up the bag and peeked inside.