"Darling, I need you to look at me."
"I can't."
"You can."
"No, I can't." She took a deep breath, willing herself to stop shaking. It didn't work.
Their partner stood watching with a careful eye. "He took your sight."
"No."
"Then why?"
She wished she could answer, but the words tied knots around her tongue. She couldn't explain that to look was pain. That she might as well be gazing upon a stranger, and that he took far more than just her sight away in what was the most foolish exchange of her life.









