He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 13

“Did you hear what happened? The ER said Patti Baker got hurt. Is that for real?”

“It’s true. I just came from over there. The whole Baker family is making such a big deal out of it. Patti just has a few scrapes, but everyone showed up. I even heard Eric Baker left a billion-dollar business meeting the moment he found out. And her husband has been running around all night, calling every specialist in the city to check on her. He’s totally in love with her.”

“Wow, that’s intense. We just admitted another Baker in maternity. She had an abortion, but there’s not a single family member with her. No husband, nothing. It’s kind of heartbreaking.”

“Yeah, that’s really sad. Anyway, I should get back to work.”

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Theresia listened to the steady drip of water. In the stillness of the night, it felt painfully loud. She bit down on her lip, terrified she might break down and sob.

Jared wasn’t here tonight. She’d heard he was out of town for work. So, the “husband” the nurses mentioned must have been Lawrence.

He really did love Patti, didn’t he?

The more Theresia thought about it, the more her own marriage felt like a cruel joke. Three years of loving him, giving everything she had. She was allergic to flour, but still forced herself to eat it just because he liked it. She’d learned how to make a special hangover soup, worried about him whenever he went out drinking for work. He was picky about coffee, so she hunted down his favorite blend from halfway across the world. His stomach was sensitive, so she carefully planned every meal at home…

But in the end, none of it mattered to Lawrence.

If that’s how it was, she might as well let them be together. At least they wouldn’t have to sneak around anymore.

After a night in the hospital, Theresia was discharged early in the morning. She still felt weak, and with her eyesight gone, every step was slow and cautious.

She finally made it downstairs and stood at the curb, waving for a taxi.

It must have been rush hour. There were barely any free cabs, and after fifteen minutes, Theresia was ready to give up.

Theresia accepted his kindness and murmured, “Thank you.”

Once she was in the car, the warmth inside started to seep into her bones. In the rearview mirror, the man noticed her pale skin and colorless lips. His gaze flickered with something dark, and his brow creased, just for a second.

Theresia didn’t notice his lingering look. She just thought she’d run into someone kind. She never imagined that the warmth she needed would come from a stranger, not her family or her husband.

The drive was smooth and quiet. Before getting out, Theresia paid the fare. “You can keep the change,” she said softly.

The man looked at her for a moment. Even though her face was calm, he could see the sadness she was trying so hard to hide.

He took the money from her hand. “Thank you.”