I Regained My Sight Just in Time to See My Husband Cheat
I’d see them sitting in the study with coffee and I’d feel foolish for the cold thing crawling up my spine, and we’d laugh about it later, all of us, when I told them I could see.
I reached the landing.
The bedroom door stood open a few inches. Light spilled through the gap and lay across the hallway floor in a long pale stripe. I stayed out of it. Some instinct older than thought kept me back in the dim, my shoulder near the wall, my breath held.
I leaned just enough to see through the gap.
And the first clear thing I saw with my brand new eyes, after three years of darkness, after two surgeries, after a window full of blue that made me weep, was my husband in our bed with my cousin.