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.

I looked at the payment.

Then at the date.

Five days before the playground accident.

My hands began trembling.

**"Why would Nigel's father receive money from the research project before Nicholas pushed me?"**

Nobody answered.

But in that silence, a horrifying possibility began forming.

What if the playground accident hadn't simply created an opportunity for an unethical treatment?

**What if someone had arranged for me to get hurt in the first place?**

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# CHAPTER 6: THE PLAYGROUND ACCIDENT WAS NEVER AN ACCIDENT—AND THE PERSON WHO ARRANGED IT WAS SOMEONE I LOVED

**The document that destroyed my childhood memories wasn't a medical report. It was a receipt for a blue bicycle purchased two days after I lost my sight.**

I remembered that bicycle.

Or rather, I remembered Nicholas talking about it.

Before the accident, Nicholas Vale lived three houses away from me.

He was older, confident, and always seemed to have something better than the other children.