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

to survive.

When I truly woke up the next day, Vanessa was already beside my hospital bed crying beautifully.

Not grieving.

Performing.

Mascara streaked perfectly down her cheeks while Daniel stood behind her looking pale and exhausted.

“Oh, Evelyn,” Vanessa whispered dramatically, clutching my hand. “We almost lost you.”

I stared at her fingers.

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