#Chapter 88: Perfect Health

My father laughed when I asked him to make a doctor’s appointment. I wasn’t quite prepared for that reaction, but his expression softened when he noticed the worry in my eyes.

“If it means that much to you, Lyra, then I’ll do it,” he said gently. “But I promise you, I’m perfectly healthy. There’s really no need.”

“It’s just an annual physical,” I argued, trying to sound reasonable. “It’s important