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All those sweet memories had me in tears.
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Lorie drove us back to Callahan’s apartment after sunset. Buddy padded in first, exhausted from too much attention, and curled up near the bedroom doorway with the deep sigh of a dog who had fulfilled all duties expected of him.
My sister hugged me hard at the door. “You deserve this, Merry,” she whispered. “I’m so happy for you, love.”
Then she left, and it was just my husband and me, and the first quiet of our marriage settling around us.
I guided Callahan to the bedroom by the hand. When we reached the edge of the bed, he turned toward me, and I was more nervous than I had been walking down the aisle.
Not because he could see me. Because he couldn’t.
I was more nervous than I had been walking down the aisle.
A part of me had always believed Callahan’s blindness made me possible, that with him, I would never have to watch recognition flicker across a man’s face and wonder whether love had survived the first full look.
He lifted a hand slowly. “Merritt… can I?”
I nodded.
His fingers found my cheek first, then the scarred line of my jaw, then the ridges along my throat above the lace. I nearly stopped him by instinct. Years of hiding do not disappear just because someone is gentle once. But Callahan moved with such care that I let him.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.
That was the sentence that broke me. I cried into his shoulder so hard I could barely breathe, because for the first time in my adult life, I felt seen without being looked at. I felt safe in his arms.
For the first time in my adult life, I felt seen without being looked at.
Then Callahan stiffened slightly and said, “I need to tell you something that will completely change the way you see me. You need to know the truth I’ve been hiding for 20 years.”
I laughed through tears. “What? Can you actually see?”
Callahan didn’t laugh back. He just took both my hands in his.
“Do you remember the kitchen explosion?” he asked softly. “The one you barely survived?”
Everything in me stopped. I had never told him about the kitchen explosion. I had told him I had scars from an accident when I was young, and even that had taken me weeks. The rest lived in a locked room I had never once opened for him.
“You need to know the truth I’ve been hiding for 20 years.”
I pulled my hands back. “H-how do you know that?”
Callahan turned toward me. “Because there’s something you don’t know.”
A chill ran through me. “What are you talking about?”
He took off his glasses. For one frightened second, I thought he was about to tell me he could see, that everything had been a lie.
But then Callahan looked straight toward my voice and slightly past it, and I understood. He was not looking at me; He was staring into the darkness.
“I was there that afternoon, Merry,” Callahan finally whispered.
I sat down on the bed because my legs no longer felt trustworthy.