“No. That’s why I put it away. I wanted to discuss everything with you first.”
I wiped my cheeks.
“Ashton, while you were trying to protect me from difficult conversations, you were making me feel more alone than ever.”
He nodded.
“I know. I handled this badly.”
Then he looked toward the papers in my hand.
His expression changed.
“Wait a minute…”
I froze.
“Sutton, how are you reading those?”
For a moment, I couldn’t speak.
Then I whispered:
“Because my eyesight is coming back.”
He stared at me.
“What?”
“Two weeks ago, I started noticing light again. I went to see Dr. Morgan, and he confirmed my vision is improving.”
Ashton looked completely stunned.
“You can see?”
“Not clearly yet. But I can recognize shapes and some details.”
He stood, then sat down again.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
I gave him a small, tearful smile.
