It had been an accusation and a plea, but it had also been proof that somebody had seen me clearly even when I could not see her.

I kept her photograph on my desk.

PART 24

By spring, I could recognize Leah’s face across a small room in good light.

I still needed my cane outdoors, still had difficulty with glare, and still had mornings when shapes blurred into one another.

My doctors remained careful about long-term predictions.

None of that made my life incomplete.

I moved into a smaller house with a ground-floor studio and a garden that received morning sun.