Her Pain, His Blindness

f, the accusation-it was the final crack in a foundation that was already crumbling. Lying there, I felt a s

lped me get dressed. She looked at me with sympathetic eyes.

voice flat. "I'

just like my own daughter. Make sure you rest up." Her simple kindness was a s

rom the surgery. As I stepped out of the hospital's main entrance, sq

god, what ha

ock and concern. "I was just here visiting my aunt. I tried calling you

ure. The dam I had built around my emotions burst. "He's not here," I whispered, and then the whole s

ef, and then to pure rage. "That son of a bitch," she hissed, h

shoulder, holding me steady. "

ed Mark, his arm protectively around Lily, who was leaning on him, looking fragile and wa

anger in the bustling hospital entr

guilty gesture that spoke volumes. But his guilt quickly morphed int

cold. "What are you doing he

sob. She stumbled forward, her eyes wide with what looked like fear, and then she did

to hear. "Please, don't be mad at Mark. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have come ba

es. The scene was perfectly staged, a public performance of victi

e, his face contorted with fury. "Look at what you've done," he snarled. "She's terrified of yo

ll of their accusations, sent a surge of white-hot a

er hand swung through the air. The sound of her palm connecting with Mark's cheek was

she spat, her voice