But I knew something had changed.
**Our suffering was no longer being hidden to protect powerful people. Our experiences were helping researchers ask better questions—and giving patients the right to decide what risks they were willing to take.**
Then Dr. Harris said something that made my heart swell.
"Mara, June asked me to tell you something."
"What?"
He smiled.
"She said you let her hold your rabbit when she was frightened. And now, twenty years later, you've given her something else."
My throat tightened.
"What?"
**"Hope."**
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# CHAPTER 8 (FINAL): THE FIRST FACE I SAW WAS THE BOY WHO BLINDED ME—BUT THE LAST THING I DISCOVERED WAS THE GREATEST MIRACLE OF ALL
**One year after the surgery, my husband stood beneath a tree in our garden and asked me a question he hadn't dared ask since the day I learned who he really was.**
"Mara, do you think we can ever be happy again?"
