I married a blind man because I thought he would never have to see the parts of me the world had spent years staring at. Then, on our wedding night, he touched my burn scars, called me beautiful, and confessed something that made me question every bit of safety I thought I had finally found. AdvertisementThe morning of my wedding, my sister cried before I did. Lorie stood behind me in the church dressing room with both hands over her mouth, staring at me in the mirror like she could still see the 13-year-old girl I used to be somewhere...
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