Part 2: I had surgery to restore my sight after 20 years of blindness, even though my husband begged me not to — the moment I opened my eyes and saw him, I finally understood why.

"That's not what I meant."

"Then tell me what you meant."

He ran his hands through his hair.

"I've been trying to shut the program down."

I stared at him.

"For how long?"

"Almost a year."

"And you involved our children?"

"I didn't know they were being registered for anything beyond the screening."

I wanted to believe him.

God help me, I wanted to believe him.

But every time I looked at his face, I saw the scar.

The little crescent above his eyebrow.

The reminder of the first secret he'd hidden from me.

"Who is Dr. Ellis?" I demanded.

Nigel lowered his eyes.

"She worked with my father."

"Did she know what happened to me?"

"Yes."

"Did she help cover it up?"

He hesitated.

"Yes."

My knees weakened.

I gripped the back of a chair.

"And you trusted her with our children?"

Nigel looked devastated.

"I thought she'd changed. She told me she wanted to help correct what happened."