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control. I already have a chicken marinating on the counter. I just need to pre-heat the oven first.”
    “Okay.” Sydney went back to her task at the sink.
    “You never told me how your appointment went.”
    Sydney hunched over and willed herself not to get emotional. She’d already done enough crying in the doctor’s office. She refused to start up again. “I’d prepared myself for the worse but I’m still a little disappointed.”
    “The operation wasn’t successful, I take it?”
    “No. The thing is, I was so sure that my sight was coming back after the procedure. I could see shadows and could make out shapes. That’s the best I’d seen in years. But then nothing again. I don’t know what happened. Anyway, Dr. Wyncote seemed as surprised as I was that it wasn’t a success. He believed with the immediate progress after the surgery that it was a promising sign that I’d regain some or if not all of my vision back. But with the last setback, he doesn’t think there’s anything else that can be done.”
    “Well, we did discuss all possibilities and you knew this was one of them. I know you’re disappointed, child, but you’re going to be okay. You navigate this world better than most sighted people. My old eyes aren’t much better.”
    “But at least your old eyes can see. I get that you’re trying to comfort me, but can we change the subject? I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” Sydney snorted. It wasn’t her intention to be rude but the last thing she needed right now was to be patronized.
    “Of course, but just know that you’re strong. You’ll get through this.”
    “I’ll tell you what. I’ll finish these dishes and you go lay down. I’m sure you’re tired after the long day you’ve had.”
    “That’s okay. I need something to do to keep me occupied.”
    “If that’s what you think is best.”
    Sydney returned her focus on her task and Ida seemed to do the same. They worked in silence during which time, Sydney’s mind kept drifting to the mysterious John Chandler.
     
     

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
    Chapter Three
    Nya watched the family from a distance, debating on whether she should approach. They looked happy. The little boy chased his younger sister, threatening to tickle her. She was saved, however, when the children’s father joined them and swooped the girl off her feet and spun her around. She laughed and squealed with delight. “Faster, Daddy!” she screamed.
    As this scene took place, the mother snapped pictures on a camera most professionals would envy. They were the perfect family. They might not have been traditional in appearance, with a white father, an Asian mother and two African-America children, but there was nothing untraditional about the obvious love the four subjects of Nya’s observation felt for each other. To those not in the know, no one would ever guess that the parents were also vampires with the father being quite old.
    A twinge of envy tore at Nya’s breast. She didn’t begrudge this family their happiness, but she was jealous of the ease in which they were able to give and receive love to each other. It was an emotion she didn’t think she was capable of. Sure, she cared deeply for the few people she called friend, but she wasn’t sure if that was love. She didn’t know what love was anymore. She’d spent several decades denying that emotion and when she finally acknowledged it, it was too late. And now that fleeting feeling was gone forever, leaving her with a numbness that consumed every part of her.
    When she ate, she couldn’t taste the food. She partook in blood but didn’t give her the heady rush that it once had. When she fucked, she felt nothing. Nya feared this would be her life for as long as she walked the Earth. The fact that she was immortal meant that living like that was a curse.
    She had no right to be here, watching this family behind the shadows so she wouldn’t be detected.