“You’re going to have to tell him about this.” His arms tighten around me. “I will.” “When?” He flinches. “After our trip?” I pull back to get a better look at him. “No. You can’t wait three weeks to tell him about something like this.” “Why not?” “Because he’s your dad. He deserves to know what’s going on with you so he can help.” “Telling him now won’t make a difference.” His shoulders slump like they are single-handedly carrying the weight of the world. “My eyes aren’t ever going to get better.”
