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

the perfume and polished smiles.

I had built that hospital wing.

Not Vanessa.

Not Daniel.

Me.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to rip the tubes out and sit upright and watch the fear hit their faces.

But the drugs still owned my body.

So I listened.

Vanessa continued speaking casually, like a queen dividing inheritance over a corpse.

Daniel finally muttered weakly,continue reading …