My voice was soft, but it cut through the noisy room like a sharp spike. The neighbors who had been shoving and shouting froze for a moment. The middle-aged woman leading the charge left her hand hanging awkwardly in the air, forgetting to bring it down.Every gaze locked on my face. Or rather, on the two hollow, empty sockets where my eyes should have been. They were the permanent scars a fire had left me three years ago.The officer in charge, a seasoned cop with the surname Wright, paused for a moment before frowning. His voice dripped with impatience. “Cut the act. If you’re really blind, a hospital can confirm it.”Across the hall, Curtis Lowe's voice faltered for a split second before rising again. “She’s lying! She’s just trying to get out of this! How could she be blind? Every night, she stands by the window, watching me!”Halfway through his rant, his eyes landed on my empty sockets. His voice trembled, and his words lost their edge. “That’s disgusting! Seriously disgust
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