“Dad, come on,” she began as she held out a plate of food to her father. “You have to try and eat something.” He looked up at her with his tired, over-worked blue-gray eyes. “Charlotte, I can’t. I have to focus on my research. This is very important.” She stared back at him, unresponsive, and he sighed. “You wouldn’t understand.” “What wouldn’t I understand, dad?” She questioned him, growing resentful at his stubbornness....