The Unseen Culprit

“The scent of lavender oil was thick in the air, a constant reminder of my new life as a blind massage therapist. Years ago, while proctoring an SAT exam, my sight inexplicably vanished, leaving me to navigate a world of sound and touch. But my quiet existence shattered when two familiar voices, brimming with arrogance, drifted in: Vic Stone, boasting about cheating, and David Miller, whispering about 'the culprit' who was 'right there in the exam room' when I went blind. My hands froze, my heart hammering as the full, horrifying realization hit me: my tragedy wasn't a freak accident, but a premeditated attack. My entire life, my career, my very existence, had been stolen by someone in that room. Who was this mastermind, hiding in plain sight? Why me? And what did David know that he couldn't openly say? The injustice burned hotter than any anger I'd ever known. Before I could demand answers, a sudden, blinding pain plunged me into a different kind of darkness. Yet, I gasped awake, light flooding my vision, back in that SAT room on the very day it happened. I was Michael Davies, proctor, again – with a terrifying second chance to stop my own undoing, and expose the monster who stole my life.”