Regaining My Sight Opened My Eyes to the Truth

I stood at the doorway, forcing down my heartbreak as I took a deep breath and picked up my cane. Just like always, I tapped my way inside, pretending I couldn’t see.

The moment Rusty saw me, he quickly stepped away from Gale. He was about to come over when she suddenly tilted her head up and bit down on his trembling lower lip.

He froze and instinctively glanced at me. But then, he remembered I was blind, so he relaxed.

“Gale, wait. Shannon’s back. She’ll hear us,” he whispered.

But she followed his gaze and locked eyes with me. There was no fear in her look, only bold, smug defiance. She didn’t stop. In fact, her hands even roamed more freely now as she teasingly whispered, “She can’t see us. As long as we keep our voices down, we’re fine. Besides, you haven’t touched her in forever, and we haven't done it for a long time. Come on. The baby’s stable now, so it's just fine.”

I said nothing and calmly walked toward the sofa. Then, I sat down beside them like I hadn’t seen a thing. But inside, I was breaking.

Ever since I went blind, Rusty hadn’t touched me. He said it was because he didn’t want me to feel uncomfortable. But I knew the truth. He was disgusted by me. Disgusted by my lifeless eyes.

Their kissing turned hotter, and their breathy moans slipped through clenched teeth. I forced myself to play dumb.

“Rusty? Is that you?” I asked softly, tilting my head like I couldn’t tell.

He pulled away, panting as he straightened up and replied, trying to sound casual. “Yeah, just got back from work. I’ll cook for you once I’ve had a break.”

He even turned on the TV for me, putting on the news like he always did. So thoughtful, if only it wasn’t just to drown out the sounds of him making love to another woman right beside me.

I stared straight at the screen, pretending I couldn’t hear the gasps, the wet sounds, and the raw passion beside me. My presence even got their excitement heightened as they became wilder and louder.

And thanks to the loud volume of the TV, their moans and heavy breaths were covered up.

But taking part in their play, I could only sit up straight, grip my trembling fingers tightly, and bury deep down the bitterness surfacing within me.

Minute by minute, their moans slowed until finally, it was over, along with the pinching of my fingertips, now covered with crescentshaped marks.

Rusty, now satisfied, looked at Gale with eyes full of affection. His fingers gently played with a strand of her hair.

Only after Gale glanced at me did he remember my presence and turn to me.

“Shannon, I’ve been craving your surf and turf stew. Can you make some now? Don’t forget to add scallops.”

Scallops?

Rusty was allergic to seafood.

I already knew what this meant. But I still asked, like I needed to hurt myself a little more.

“Did you forget you can’t eat scallops?”

He immediately froze and fell speechless, not knowing what to say.

Seeing the situation, Gale quickly jumped in and answered on his behalf, “Shannon, that’s for me. I’m pregnant. I need something nutritious.”

But Rusty was startled by her sudden interjection and got scared that I might suspect something. So, he scrambled to explain, “You were listening to the news so intently earlier, so we didn’t disturbed you.”

What a lousy excuse. But the old me might’ve believed it.

Seeing that I didn’t press further, they urged me to start cooking.

But to let them think I was still blind, I still picked up my cane, walked into the kitchen, and began fumbling for pots on the stove.

Then I heard it again, their passion and moans.

They simply couldn’t wait. She pulled him in right away, and he gave in like always.

But this time, afraid of hurting the baby, he picked her up and carried her into our bedroom.

After that, I heard the door shut. My hands trembled so badly I nearly dropped my phone.

Even knowing the truth, I still instinctively made excuses for him. Years of kindness didn’t disappear overnight.

But before I could fully lie to myself again, a gentle voice came through the phone speaker.

“I didn’t think you’d ever call me again. Have you been okay all these years, Shannon?”

It was Clayton Loxley.

Shannon's POV

After years without comfort, I couldn’t bring myself to ask for it. So I chose to avoid the pain instead.

“Clayton,” I said quietly, “you still owe me a wish, right? Will you take me away from this city?”

He paused for a second, catching the crack in my voice. Then his tone softened, like he knew I was barely holding it together.

“I will. I’ll come get you right now, okay?”

Just then, the sound of Gale’s moans floated down from upstairs, muffled but still sharp in my ears. I thought of the baby I’d lost and of all the secrets, and my heart faltered.

“One week,” I said, trying to steady myself. “Come for me in one week. I’ll explain everything then, just not now.”

My heart pounded. I knew I was asking for too much. Fortunately, Clayton didn’t say no. And just as I was about to speak again, I heard a voice behind me.

“Shannon. Who are you talking to?”

Startled, my hand jerked, and I fumbled to hang up the call. In my panic, I knocked over the bowl of hot soup on the stove. But remembering I was supposed to be blind, I didn’t dodge. I just let the scalding liquid splash across my arm.

Because of that, the pain tore through me, and I cried out instinctively.

Rusty rushed over, panic flashing in his eyes. He swiftly scooped me into his arms without hesitation and ran to the downstairs bathroom. He didn’t care that the water soaked him as he gently cooled my burned skin.

As he did that, he kept me in his arms.

The warmth I longed for caught me off guard. For a split second, I almost believed he still cared. But then I saw faint bite marks on his neck. And when I peeked into his shirt, I saw several scratches on his body.

Those were traces of Gale left with his permission.

Nausea rose in my throat. Aggrievement, rage, grief—they all crashed into me at once.

I tried to shove him, but he was stronger. While struggling, tears suddenly streamed down my face. Yet, he still thought it was just the pain from the burn and loosened his grip a bit.

“Shannon,” he murmured, trying to soothe me. “Don’t bite your lip like that. If it hurts, just bite my shoulder like you used to.”

He then nudged his shoulder toward my face, thinking I’d find comfort there.

“After this, I'll apply ointment on you. You hate having scars, right?" he added, as if remembering that little detail would erase his betrayal.

Just a while ago, he was enjoying his moment with my adopted sister, and there he was now, acting like a loyal and sweet husband to me.

What was more ridiculous was that he expected me to bite his shoulder for solace when Gale had already marked it. Merely looking at it already made my stomach turn upsidedown, so how could I possibly do what he expected?

Soon, he was done rinsing my burned arm and loosened his grip to grab the ointment. Seizing the opportunity, I stood up quickly, avoiding his touch, and walked toward the medicine cabinet, leaning on the wall.

“I can handle the ointment myself. Besides, I felt your clothes were soaked. Go change.”

Once, we’d promised never to lie to each other. Now? Lying was all we had left.

Rusty stood there, staring at his empty hands like he didn’t know what to do. Maybe he forgot the reason he came downstairs in the first place. He was supposed to bring the stew up for Gale.

But instead, he rushed toward me and snatched the firstaid kit from my hands.

“It’s my fault,” he said. “I wasn’t thinking. You can’t see, and I promised to be your eyes, to take care of you. How could I let you do this alone?”

He uncapped the iodine, reaching for my arm again. But I pulled away again and again.

This time, the panic showed in his face. He wasn’t used to me saying no. I’d never denied him anything before. But now? I couldn’t bring myself to let him touch me.

He tried to smile, a gentle, coaxing smile that looked far too much like the one he gave Gale.

“Shannon, please. Don’t joke with your health like this. After I finish treating your burn, you can yell at me all you want. Oh! Didn’t you say you wanted to go to the amusement park? I’ll take you tomorrow, okay?”

That voice, that fake sweetness, almost made me forget everything.

In the end, I let him apply the ointment.

But before he could finish, the sound of the Love Bell app from his phone echoed in the room.

And just like that, the little bit of warmth between us vanished into silence.

Shannon's POV

Even though he knew I couldn't see, the way Rusty looked at me gave him away. Guilt flickered across his face, and he quickly explained, “It’s just something from work.”

I didn’t respond. I just smiled bitterly to myself.

How naive was I to let Rusty fool me so easily?

There was no way I could’ve mistaken that ringtone.

Back when we first got together, I was finishing school and he was launching his business. We didn’t get to spend much time together. So, just so we’d never feel alone, he developed that special app for us. Whenever one of us touched it, the other’s phone would ring too.

But after I lost my sight, that app never rang again.

I used to think it was because he didn’t want to remind me of the past.

Turned out it wasn’t about me at all. The Love Bell had long since become Gale’s private line. What was once a symbol of his love for me was now just another trick to keep his mistress happy.

How tragically ironic.

Because of the iodine still dripping onto my arm, Rusty stayed kneeling beside me. And right in front of me, assuming I couldn’t see, he shamelessly opened his chat with Gale.

Her message popped up instantly, saying, [This is your fault. I’m sore and starving. Where are you? You only care about feeding one of my mouths and forget the other? Get up here and rub my back right now.]

He chuckled, typing back, [I’m coming. I’ll take good care of my Queen Gale.]

After hitting send, he wiped the iodine off my arm halfheartedly, then stood up to leave. But not without tossing me a line. “You’re not in the condition to go upstairs, so just rest here, okay?”

Right. He was so “considerate.” Was he worried about me or just scared I’d interrupt his little rendezvous?

We both knew the answer.

I looked down at my arm. Aside from the burn, he had slathered iodine all over it, messy and careless.

I grabbed a tissue to wipe it off. Now that my eyesight had returned, I could’ve handled the wound on my own easily. But somehow, the mix of shame and heartache made the tears fall. They mingled with the disinfectant, stinging as they soaked into my skin and then deeper, right into my heart.

I was leaving anyway. I just needed to figure everything out so I could go without regrets.

But I didn’t even know where to start. Years of blindness had cut me off from the world. I was basically a ghost in my own life.

So I had no choice but to retrace my steps.

After I went blind, I gave up on the idea of having children. Rusty told me he understood and added that he would always use protection when we did it.

But somehow, I still got pregnant.

While I was shocked, Rusty barely flinched as if he’d expected it. He even encouraged me to keep the baby.

And I did because of him.

During the pregnancy, he treated me like a queen, just like he’d promised.

For the first time in a long time, I let myself imagine a future me, him, and our child.

But then, when I was eight months along, the doctor told us something was wrong with the baby. They wanted to schedule an early Csection.

Of course, I said no. I wanted a second opinion at a different hospital.

But instead of supporting me, Rusty snapped. He yelled at me, furious.

Still, when I stood my ground, he gave in and said we’d go to another hospital the next day.

But the next morning, as I stepped outside to grab a package left at the door, I slipped and passed out.

When I came to, the baby was gone.

I blamed myself for not being careful. For two weeks, I barely ate and dropped over six kilograms.

But now, looking back, I can’t help but wonder if it was really just a coincidence.

Luckily, after being with Rusty for years, I observed one thing about him. It was, if he had secrets, he kept them in the safe in his study.

But with the two of them upstairs, I had no way to get to it. I had to wait for a chance to be alone in this house.

I had just dozed off when I heard Rusty call out to me.

Still groggy, I looked up to find him standing there, eyebrows furrowed in anger.

“What did you put in that soup?” he snapped. “Gale drank it and now her stomach’s killing her!”

My brain hadn’t caught up yet. I was still halfasleep, trying to process what he said.

Yet he took my silence as guilt.

Fuming, he grabbed me by the collar and dragged me in front of Gale.

“Apologize!” he shouted. “She’s in pain because of you!”

There was no hesitation, no shame, just raw, open concern for the woman who wasn’t me.

“I had to rush her to the hospital earlier,” he said. “I didn’t have time to deal with you. But now I do. And if Gale doesn’t forgive you, you’ll be kneeling here until sunrise!”

Shannon's POV

The sudden drop in temperature caught me off guard. Instinctively, I pulled my clothes tighter around me.

Across the room, Gale struggled to hide the smirk playing on her lips, but the glee and contempt in her eyes were impossible to miss.

"Rusty, don't blame Shannon, okay? It's my fault. I shouldn't have gotten sick after drinking the soup," she said sweetly, like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.

With every word out of her mouth, Rusty’s anger only intensified. He turned to me, demanding that I apologize.

But years of experience had taught me that arguing would only make things worse. The safest thing to do was to stay quiet, nod, and pretend to give in, then console myself in private.

As such, I lowered my head in silence, and that seemed to satisfy Gale.

But the truth? She wasn’t even sick. Making me miserable was just her way of entertaining herself.

As they walked off looking smug and victorious, I slowly forced myself up. But to my surprise, my head was now pounding, and I was burning up.

I took a fever medicine, barely keeping it down, and drifted off again. But sleep didn’t bring peace. All night, I was plagued by nightmares.

Then, just after sunrise, Rusty woke me. But seeing me grumpy, his brows knitted.

"Gale told me not to be mad at you last night, so I’m letting it go," he said, trying to sound generous. "Also, I canceled all my meetings today just to take you to the amusement park. I even went out early to get you breakfast. And now you’re upset with me?"

The way he twisted everything made me want to scream. I wanted to be blind again just so I wouldn’t have to see that fake concern on his face.

But I played my role, forcing a smile and saying a few halfhearted words to smooth things over.

With that, our conversation didn't last, and he helped me out of the room like nothing had happened.

The moment we stepped into the dining room, I froze.

Gale was already seated in my seat, wearing the maternity dress I used to wear.

When she saw Rusty holding my arm, her face instantly soured.

When their eyes met, guilt immediately washed over his face, and he let go of me. He then glanced at Gale with the same puppydog expression he always wore around her as if saying, "I already let go. See? Don’t be mad, baby."

Still, I stayed silent, pretending not to notice their little exchange. I fumbled for the nearest chair and sat down.

That was when Rusty suddenly sprang into action.

"Shannon, here. I already warmed it up. Drink it before it cools."

He placed the glass in my hand like he was the most thoughtful husband in the world.

Meanwhile, Gale, watching it all, looked like she was about to explode.

She then snatched the milk out of my hands and downed it in one go, glaring at me like she’d won some kind of twisted contest.

I had seen the whole thing. But of course, I acted as though I hadn’t.

"Rusty? Why’d you take the milk away?" I asked softly.

He hesitated, glancing back at Gale, clearly afraid to upset her more.

"It was getting a little cold. Don’t drink it. Just have something else."

Without waiting for a response, he shoved a sandwich into my hand and walked straight to Gale.

My fingers tightened around the sandwich until the bread squished in my grip.

He didn’t even bother making his excuses sound believable.

And then came the part that really turned my stomach.

Thinking I couldn’t see, Rusty leaned down and tilted Gale’s chin toward him. Without a moment's hesitation, he kissed her right there in front of me. Not a quick peck, but a deep, drawnout kiss that lasted five long minutes.

When they finally pulled apart, Gale was gasping for air, her cheeks flushed with obvious satisfaction.

"Tonight, same place. I’ll make it up to you," Rusty murmured to her. "And don’t pout now, baby. You know I only do those things with you. You’re the only one who gets me going."

He thought I couldn’t hear.

But since I lost my sight, my hearing had sharpened. Every word cut straight through me.

Shannon's POV

And there they were, my husband and his mistress, feeding each other bites. So sweet that it made my stomach turn.

Meanwhile, I was chewing on a sandwich that tasted like cardboard.

Rusty had bought breakfast “especially for me.” Too bad it was slathered in ketchup, my least favorite thing in the world. But of course, it was Gale’s favorite.

Only after Gale was full and satisfied did Rusty finally remember my existence. He glanced over and noticed the barely touched sandwich in my hand. Assuming I was mad about the milk incident earlier, he looked like he was about to scold me, until his eyes landed on the burn on my arm.

The words died in his throat. All that was left was a flicker of tenderness.

“Shannon,” he said softly, “I cleared my entire schedule for you today. Let’s just enjoy ourselves, alright?”

Before I could say no, he was already leading me toward the car.

He opened the passenger door for me, but Gale beat me to it. She strutted over, slid right in, and made herself comfortable without even pretending to offer me the seat. Her spoiled, smug face said it all. She knew she belonged there, and no one was going to argue.

And Rusty didn’t.

In the end, I took the back seat.

Maybe out of guilt, he kept checking in on me during the drive, asking how I was feeling from time to time. He also made sure to drive slowly and smoothly the whole way, like he was showing me how considerate he could be.

But even as he was “caring” for me, his fingers were laced with Gale’s. At every stoplight, he would bring her hand to his lips and kiss it, his face glowing with affection he didn’t even try to hide.

He didn’t let go of her hand the entire ride.

When we arrived, he also reassured Gale over and over, promising not to touch me, not to do anything that would make her feel insecure. Only then did she agree to wait in the car while we went in.

And true to his word, he kept his distance. As we moved through the crowds, I hobbled along slowly with my cane, step by step. He did occasionally gesture to others to give me space, which I guess counted as being thoughtful.

He took me through all the attractions one by one. After each ride, he’d bring up a memory from our past as if reliving those moments would somehow mean something.

But for me, the sweetness was long gone. All that was left was a tangled mess of love and resentment.

He wasn’t the only one who knew this place inside and out.

This was where he’d confessed his love and proposed to me. Every turning point in our relationship had happened here. This place was the start of all my hopes, all my feelings for him.

Who would’ve thought hearts could change so easily?

The same man who once swore I was the only one for him, who said we’d be together forever, was now kissing someone else like I never existed.

And yet, he still insisted he loved me, that everything he did, all the lies, had been “necessary.”

That ridiculous contradiction hit its peak when we stood in front of the Ferris wheel.

“Shannon, do you remember this?” he asked, looking emotional. “People say if a couple kisses at the very top of a Ferris wheel, they’ll stay together forever. That’s why I confessed to you up there.”

I didn’t have the heart to tell him he had the wrong girl.

I was mildly afraid of heights, so there was no way I would’ve accepted a confession up there.

His voice wavered with emotion as he turned to look at me, hoping to see some warmth in my expression.

But my face was blank.

He was stunned, caught off guard by my indifference. His lips parted like he wanted to say something, but then someone screamed in the distance.

A commotion broke out, and people started shouting and running. In the chaos, I nearly lost my balance, shoved around by the panicked crowd.

And what did Rusty do?

Upon hearing there was a fire, without hesitation, he ran straight toward the parking lot, toward Gale.

He left me, his blind wife, alone in the middle of a stampede, as if I’d just vanish or figure things out on my own.

But I didn’t cry this time or feel disappointed.

Instead, I slipped away in the chaos and hailed a cab home.

Shannon's POV

As soon as I stepped through the door and realized the house was empty, I rushed upstairs to the study. Standing in front of the safe, I didn’t hesitate. I wiped the sweat off my palms and entered Gale’s birthday as the code.

With a soft ding, the safe clicked open.

Inside, stacks of documents were piled high. After a brief pause, I locked the study door behind me, took out all the papers, and began flipping through them, snapping photos along the way.

Then I found it.

A medical document. My gut twisted the moment my eyes scanned the title. Something felt off. And as I continued reading line by line, the air around me grew heavier, then my heart sank.

Turned out, my baby was just a tool to save Gale.

And the worst part? Rusty knew.

He hadn’t intended for the baby to die, not at first. But even after learning how dangerous a premature Csection would be, he still signed the consent form without a second thought. He chose to deliver the baby early.

The man who helped give our child life also took it away.

Alone in that room, staring at the truth, I couldn’t stop the broken sob that slipped from my throat. My right hand trembled uncontrollably as I clutched the edge of the desk, trying to stay upright.

Thinking of that tiny baby I once held in my arms, my eyes blurred with tears, and my chest felt hollow, like something had been carved right out of me.

Suddenly, a piece of paper slipped from the pile and fell to the floor.

When I picked it up, my heart stopped again. Bold characters stared back at me, saying [Divorce Agreement]

I opened it and found Rusty’s signature was already there.

The space next to it was the only one left blank, waiting for mine.

So this was what he had prepared for me all along.

Before I could process it further, I suddenly heard his voice downstairs.

“Shannon? Is that you?”

I froze.

According to Gale’s social media, Rusty was supposed to be out with her, celebrating their ‘lucky escape’ after the fire. So why was he home?

His footsteps grew louder.

Panicking, I shoved all the documents back into the safe, shut it, and darted into the adjacent bedroom. By the time he reached the second floor, I was curled up under the covers, pretending to sleep.

The moment he saw me safe and sound, Rusty didn’t look relieved. Rather, he looked angry.

“Shannon, do you even realize what I went through? I turned the entire amusement park upside down looking for you! I was this close to calling the police! And the whole time, you were just here? Sleeping? You didn’t even think to let me know you were home?”

He sounded genuinely hurt, like I’d wronged him, like he was the victim.

But he had been the one who let go of my hand, who ran off to save someone else.

Even so, I gave him a small, empty smile and didn’t bother arguing.

“I did try to call you,” I said quietly. “But the crowd pushed us apart, and you know I can’t see. I couldn’t find you. I dialed your number, but you didn’t pick up. So I took a cab home and just waited for you here.”

He glanced at his phone then, and sure enough, dozens of missed calls lit up the screen.

Only then did he seem to remember that he’d been too busy comforting Gale to answer. When the phone kept ringing, he’d silenced it and tossed it aside.

Recalling that, his face softened with guilt, and he scrambled to justify himself.

“I... I was looking for you, too, you know. I didn’t stop. But anyway, we’re both safe now, and that’s what matters.”

Before he could say more, the Love Bell rang, which only meant Gale was calling him downstairs.

He hesitated for a beat, weighing his options, and just as I expected, he chose her.

But not without tossing a few parting words over his shoulder.

“Get some rest. I’ll bring you something to eat and come back to keep you company later.”

Once he left, the room fell silent again.

I pulled out my phone and opened a hidden surveillance app. After entering Gale’s birthday as the password, I accessed the live feed from the firstfloor camera.

Yes, I always knew there was a hidden camera downstairs.

Rusty had installed it himself, said it was for my safety, that he wanted to be able to check on me at all times, so I never questioned it.

Didn't expect I could use this to my own advantage.

Shannon's POV

On the screen, I watched as Gale seduced Rusty, and he completely gave in. He didn’t care about the pot still on the stove. The two of them lost control right there on the couch, limbs tangled, the world outside forgotten.

Their movements grew more desperate and passionate, and my face turned ashen. The sight of their bare bodies flashing across the screen made something bitter and metallic rise in my throat. I stumbled into the bathroom, clinging to the toilet as my body convulsed, but all I could throw up was water.

After rinsing off, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I forced a smile, but it was shaky and thin.

I looked awful. But not nearly as broken as I felt inside.

Rusty, why did it have to be her?

Gale wasn’t just any woman. She was my adopted sister, my father’s illegitimate child.

I still remember the year I turned fourteen. My mom passed away from illness, and almost immediately, that woman moved in with Gale in tow. My socalled little sister, who was just one year younger than I.

Even as a teenager, I knew my father had cheated on my mom, and I hated him for it. And Gale and her mother only fueled that resentment, poisoning what little connection I had left with him.

I used to confide all of this in Rusty. He held me close, told me he understood, and even cried with me.

But in the end, he fell in love with Gale. And together, they became the ones who hurt me the most.

I was drowning in memories, lost in the pain of it all, when Rusty’s voice snapped me back to reality.

"You're more important than Gale. Of course, I’d prioritize you. That’s why I’m bringing you dinner first. I'll just go feed her after you’ve eaten."

He did exactly what he said. After making sure Gale had eaten her fill, he picked through her leftovers, arranged a few bits of food onto a plate, and brought it upstairs to me.

Just as he opened the door, I accidentally tapped on my photo album, which somehow opened our wedding video.

His voice, reciting our vows, filled the room, with my soft sobs overlapping with it.

Rusty froze in place for a moment, clearly caught off guard. His expression shifted, less cold, more thoughtful, like the memory of our past had softened him. He gently set the plate on the nightstand and spoke to me in a surprisingly tender voice.

"Shannon, I put together something special for you. Eat a little and get some rest, alright? I’ve still got unfinished work from the office, so I’ll be up late. Don’t wait up for me."

I don’t know why, but something inside me pushed back. Maybe I just needed to hear the truth from him, his guilt, his regret, something real. I opened my mouth, ready to speak.

“Rusty—”

But the familiar sound of the Love Bell app interrupted me.

Gale really hated it when we had moments alone, and Rusty, as always, obeyed like a dog. He mumbled a few meaningless words to brush me off and rushed downstairs to his precious Gale.

The words I wanted to say were swallowed back down in the end.

Once I confirmed through the surveillance feed that they’d both left, I stood and quietly returned to the study.

I took photos of our child’s medical records. Then I picked up the divorce agreement and signed it without hesitation.

As for the assets listed in the divorce, I called up a lawyer I trusted, and we signed everything online. I then asked him to handle the legal process and donate everything I was entitled to, down to the last cent, to charity.

After that, I walked downstairs and took one last look around the house.

Only then did I notice that there were only a few things that belonged to me. Almost everything here belonged to Gale now.

Except for our child’s ashes, I took nothing with me. With that, I closed the door behind me and never looked back.

Third Person's POV

Meanwhile, at the hospital, Rusty was accompanying Gale for a prenatal checkup when he unexpectedly ran into Shannon's doctor.

The doctor spotted Rusty sitting alone in the OBGYN waiting area and assumed he and his wife were planning to have another baby.

He chuckled and said, “I knew you two had a strong relationship. Now that Shannon’s vision is back, you’re already planning for a child? Looks like happiness is just around the corner.”

Rusty stood frozen.

For a moment, the words didn’t register. But then they did, and panic set in.

He bolted upright, bumping hard into the chair. Ignoring the pain, he grabbed the doctor by the collar and screamed, “What did you say?! What do you mean her vision came back?!”