She wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but it seemed to her that Iris Harris's walking was a bit unsteady.
*
Nathan Nelson came out of the study and saw Iris Harris stumbling toward the bedroom.
Her walking was peculiar, with one hand against the wall, as if she couldn't see.
Just as he was about to call out to her, Iris had already pushed the door open and entered.
Nathan frowned slightly, stood there for a moment, and then left with some doubts in his mind.
When Iris returned to the bedroom, everything before her eyes was completely dark.
She practically groped her way into the bedroom.
Recently, her periods of blindness had become more frequent.
She knew her time was running out; losing her sense of taste was bearable, but having to watch herself lose all sensation and lie in bed like a piece of meat was something she'd rather die than endure.
