I Married a Blind Man So He’d Never See My Scars — But on Our Wedding Night, He Confessed a Secret Tied to the Explosion That Destroyed My Childhood

Callahan’s hands tightened around mine.

The apartment suddenly felt too small, too warm, too quiet.

“What thing?” I whispered.

For a long moment, he said nothing. I could hear the old radiator clicking beside the window and the distant sound of traffic below our apartment.

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