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

Stevens turned to me.

“Are you okay?”

I nodded, though my eyes burned. “I will be.”

“You’ve been professional from the start,” he said. “I wanted that on record.”

“Thank you,” I whispered.

When he walked away, I sat in the empty room for a minute.

The bed was stripped. The machines were quiet. Margaret was gone.

And I realized how long I had been shrinking.continue reading …