Chapter 130: The Art of Letting Go

Thelma Zane’s POV No matter how much we tried to argue or persuade, my father stood firm: Dorothy would not be allowed to take the risk of traveling to the Rocky Mountains, and neither would I. It was a difficult blow, one that left us in low spirits as we departed from the study. Dorothy’s condition weighed heavily on my mind. Her eyes were deteriorating, growing worse with each passing day. Recently, she had been experiencing dry eyes that seemed to worsen in the wind, her vision blurred by tears that the breeze would whip across her face. Tracy, our trusted healer, had examined her and confirmed that Dorothy’s eyes had already developed some lesions. Though the damage was not severe yet, none of us could say with certainty how much it would progress if left unchecked. The hope that the advanced party’s discovery would bring us closer to a solution was tinged with anxiety. That night, we sat down for dinner alone, the silence between us thick with unspoken words. Finally, I