He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 27

Theresia froze at the sound of his voice.

Footsteps drew closer behind her. Instinct took over, and she tried to move away, not even sure which direction she was heading in the rush of panic. Before she could get far, a strong hand grabbed her arm and yanked her back. A car whizzed past, so close the breeze and the side mirror brushed against her shirt. For a moment, Theresia’s mind went completely blank. Cold sweat covered her pale skin, her heart thudding so loud she could barely hear anything else. She was still trembling when the voice snapped at her again.

“Are you out of your mind, Theresia? Running into traffic like that? Do you have a death wish?”

It was Jared—her first love, her ex-fiancé.

She pulled her arm free without thinking. Three years had passed. This was the first time he’d bothered to speak to her since everything fell apart. Even at Baker family dinners, they’d always pretended the other didn’t exist. Theresia didn’t have any feelings left for him, but pretending he was a stranger never came easy. All she could do was keep her distance.

She stepped back, her voice cool and polite. “Thanks, Jared.”

She turned away, searching for a safer place to wait for her ride. But Jared didn’t leave. He fell into step at her side, one hand in his pocket. Theresia couldn’t see his face, had no idea what he was thinking.

He let out a short, bitter laugh.

“I thought you were doing great, Theresia. Guess I was wrong.”

He leaned a little closer, his words sharp. “Did you know your husband ditched you to go see Patti? Ever wonder why Lawrence married a blind woman like you?”

Every word hit like a slap, cold and heavy. It was like being dragged under an icy river. So even Jared could see Lawrence’s real reasons for marrying her. Did everyone know? Was she the only one left in the dark, the only fool still pretending everything was fine?

He glared at her, furious. “Three years and you’re still just as nasty. No wonder nobody likes you. Even your own husband can’t stand you. You brought this all on yourself.”

He couldn’t believe he’d just felt a flicker of longing for her. What a joke. He should have let that car hit her.

His pride stung, Jared’s gaze landed on her white cane. He gave a mean little smile, then snatched it from her hand and tossed it into the bushes.

Suddenly, Theresia’s hand was empty. Panic surged through her. In a place she didn’t know, her cane was everything. After almost getting hit by a car, her nerves were already frayed. Now, she was completely lost.

“Give it back, Jared. Give me my cane!”