My sister smashed my glasses the morning of my thesis defense. ‘I guess you’ll have to fail,’ she laughed.

later, I moved into an apartment near the hospital where our pilot program launched. The first licensing payment was modest, but it was mine, legally structured through the university and a company I co-founded with two researchers.

I bought three pairs of glasses.

One stayed home.

One stayed in my office.

One stayed in my bag.

Before sentencing, Lila sent me a letter.

“You ruined this family.”

I read it once and put it away.

A year after the defense, our system helped a rural clinic catch a retinal condition