No one wants to help her untangle her mind; they want her to disappear. The problem can’t be in her brain. There must be some hidden corner of her eyeball the doctor hasn’t seen. Cora doesn’t think she’ll be satisfied until the doctor has removed her eyeball and mapped out its contents, memorized every vein and nerve. There is a darkness in there somewhere that he hasn’t found yet. Cora thinks of the toxoplasma, the parasite that slowly dies without its host to devour, withering into nothingness over months and months.
