My breath caught. That scar.
I could see the world for the first time.
The memory slammed into me!
A boy on a swing. A shove. A fall. A rock.
I clapped my hands over my mouth in shock and froze. “How… How is it possible that it’s YOU? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“Let me explain, my love,” Nigel said, his voice trembling.
I shook my head as my vision sharpened around him. “Don’t call me that. You pushed me. You’re the reason I lost my sight!”
His face went pale. The scar above his eyebrow confirmed everything.
The memory slammed into me!
“I was eight,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean for you to fall like that.”
“But you did!” I shot back. “You disappeared after that day. Then you reappeared, pretending we’d never met? You let me marry you without telling me who you were!”
