I started wondering whether the responsibility he’d taken on was becoming too much.

The thought frightened me.

I didn’t want my husband to see me as someone he was obligated to look after rather than the woman he’d chosen to marry.

Then, two weeks before everything came to light, something extraordinary happened.

I woke one morning and noticed a faint patch of brightness near our bedroom window.

At first, I assumed my mind was playing tricks on me.

But over the next several days, the light became easier to recognize.

Then I began noticing shadows.

Shapes.

Movement.

I was afraid to believe it was real.

So I scheduled an appointment with my ophthalmologist, Dr. Morgan, while Ashton was at work.

After several examinations, the doctor smiled.

“Sutton, we’re seeing encouraging signs of improvement.”

I gripped the arms of my chair.

“Does that mean my eyesight might actually come back?”