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

“Oh my God,” she said, smiling. “It’s you. Library Lena.”

Just like that, I was sixteen again.

She laughed softly. “So you became a nurse. Strange. With all those books, I thought you’d be a doctor. Couldn’t afford med school?”

The words found their mark.

I handed her the medication cup. “These are your morning meds.”

She took it, still watching me. “Husband?continue reading …