He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 80

Three years ago, Webb was heading home from his after-school class when the sky suddenly opened up. Rain came down fast and heavy. He hadn’t brought an umbrella, so he broke into a jog, eager to get home before he was soaked through.

As he reached the corner near Liberty Plaza Boulevard and Grand Central Avenue, everything changed. He saw it happen—a woman got hit by a car and thrown to the pavement, blood spreading around her. Webb remembered the driver stepping out. It was a woman. He was sure of it.

Moments later, a young man rushed over. Even though it was hard to see in the rain, Webb caught a clear look at his face when he walked under a streetlight.

But when Webb watched the news later, the person who’d confessed to the crime was a middle-aged man. That couldn’t be right. He had seen a woman behind the wheel.

After that, Webb couldn’t shake the fear. If someone could cover up a crime that easily, who knew what else they could do? What if they found out he’d seen everything? What if they came after him?

He kept it all inside, living with the anxiety day after day. Three years passed, but the memory never faded. He never expected the woman from that night would track him down and ask him to testify.

He tried to look tough, tried to hide how scared he felt, but her words got to him. She was offering him something he’d always wanted—a chance to study abroad. It was his dream. Still, the idea of getting involved terrified him. He couldn’t make up his mind.

Webb didn’t answer her. He just slung his backpack over his shoulder, kept his head down, and started walking out of the school gates.

They left campus one after the other, neither saying a word. Just as they were about to go their separate ways outside the gate, Theresia handed him a slip of paper.

“Webb, here’s my number. If you change your mind, call me.”

He took the note, hesitating for a moment. Then, right there in front of her, he ripped it up and let the pieces fall to the ground.

That was his answer. He was saying no.

Webb had just stepped onto the crosswalk. By the time he heard her and turned around, it was already too late.

He hit the ground hard. Theresia had been a split second too late. The truck brushed past her, scraping her arm and cheek. Blood dripped down her face and arm.

She didn’t even notice the pain. She rushed straight to Webb, who was lying in a growing pool of blood, more spilling from his mouth with each breath.

Theresia fumbled for her phone, hands shaking as she called for an ambulance. After she hung up, she realized she was trembling all over, her eyes wide with shock and regret.

For a moment, she just stared ahead, dazed. Then her gaze locked on the truck vanishing down the road, a flash of recognition passing through her as she watched it disappear.