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

hands shook.

Finally, discharge day came.

I thought I was nearly free of her.

Then Dr. Stevens stopped me outside the supply room.

“Lena,” he said, “I’d like you to handle Room 304’s discharge personally. Let me know before you go in.”

Something in his tone made my nerves tighten.

“Of course,” I said.

When I entered Margaret’s room that afternoon, she was continue reading …