His redemption was a lie

"One week before the trial for the drunk-driving crash that killed my mother, thugs stabbed out my eyes, cut my throat, and pierced my eardrums.

The evidence and testimony I’d prepared became useless overnight.

I was on the edge of a breakdown.

My boyfriend, Mick, stayed by my side. Over and over, he taught me braille in the palm of my hand.

In one week, I could express my entire testimony in braille.

I won that case.

And I married him.

After that day, Mick flew me all over the world for treatment.

It wasn’t until my ninth clinical trial that vision returned to my left eye.