Chapter Fifteen

“Blind?” Mira couldn’t fathom the magnitude of what she was hearing, and yet it resonated the deep sense of dread that had been forming in the pit of her stomach. “Permanently?”

Nate’s hand felt warm and strong as he laced his fingers with hers, holding her firmly. It seemed to be his way of responding, as though words would be too small, insignificant, and unable to cut to the core of this life-changing event that no one could’ve seen coming.

“It looks that way,” he said finally, but his timber waned, giving Mira an indication that he’d directed his response to her doctor, who had yet to address the prognosis.

“We are going to have to take it day by day, Mira,” he said finally, nearing the foot of her hospital bed, while Layla fidgeted beside Carter on the other side of her bed. “The chemicals scalded your retinas in both eyes.

We had the best doctors working, but our primary concern was preventing chemical burns across your skin, which would have killed you. After flushing your eyes