“Stay in bed,” I’d mumble when he finally slid under the covers.
“I’m close,” he would whisper. “I’m so close to something big.”
I thought he meant it was for a patient.
I learned their faces through touch.
Then, after 20 years of being blind, he told me the truth.
“Babe, I finally figured out how to do it,” he said one evening, his voice shaking. “Our dream is going to come true. You’ll be able to see. Trust me!”
I sat very still at the kitchen table. My heart pounded so hard I thought I might faint.
“Don’t play with me,” I said quietly.
“I’d never do that,” he replied.
He knelt in front of me and took my hands.
He told me the truth.
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