When I ended the call, I stood in the kitchen listening to the refrigerator hum.

For the first time since the accident, I was frightened of my husband and determined not to let fear decide everything for me.

PART 5

Evelyn’s office was above a bookstore near the river.

I got there by rideshare the following morning, carrying my white cane even though I could see blurry shapes again.

I wasn’t pretending to be helpless; the cane still kept me from tripping on uneven pavement.

There were changes in light I could not yet manage, and my ophthalmologist had warned me not to drive.