A deafening crash. The violent force of impact. The sound of shattering glass. Pain exploded in my skull as my body lurched forward. My seatbelt tightened around my chest, knocking the breath out of me. I barely had time to process what happened before something sharp pierced my skin. My vision blurred as tiny shards of glass lodged into my eyes. Then, everything went dark.
A sharp, sterile scent filled my nose when I woke up. My head throbbed, and when I tried to open my eyes, all I saw was a blurry mess of white. A hospital. I was still alive. But I didn’t stay conscious for long.
Weeks passed before I was finally discharged. My eyesight had recovered—thankfully—but I made a choice. I decided to keep it a secret from James, my fiancé.
For years, I had heard whispers—rumors that James had a hand in my parents’ deaths. And after everything that had happened, I couldn’t ignore the doubts creeping into my mind. If I pretended to still be blind, maybe I could finally uncover what he had been hiding from me all along.