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

on her nose, looking irritated before I had even spoken.

“Good morning,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “I’m your nurse today. My name is Lena.”

She barely looked at me. “Finally. I’ve been waiting forever.”

Same voice.

Same bite.

She had aged, of course, but it was her. Margaret—the girl who had made my teenage years feel like a hallway I could never continue reading …