Synopsis

The screech of tires was the first sound, followed by a sickening crunch. Bob was stunned, the world tilting at a disorienting angle. Abishola and Abishola rushed to his side, their faces etched with concern. They urged him to see an eye doctor, insisting that new glasses were the answer. Yet, beneath their gentle prodding, a deeper worry lingered – a suspicion that his troubles ran far beyond needing to correct his vision.