I Married a Blind Man So He’d Never See My Scars

it off. “What—can you actually see?”

He didn’t laugh.

Instead, he took my hands, steady but tense.

“Do you remember the explosion?” he asked.

Everything inside me froze.

I had never told him.

Not really.

“How do you know that?” I whispered.

His voice dropped. “Because I was there.”

The room felt smaller suddenly.

He told me about being sixteen, about reckless continue reading …