When I woke up, Nigel removed the bandages. Light flooded my eyes, and the blurry shapes around me slowly began to clear. For the first time in decades, I could see.
Then I noticed a scar above her eyebrow.
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Suddenly, I remembered the boy who had pushed me off the swing.
"You're the one to blame for me losing my sight!" I shouted.
Nigel admitted that he had recognized me from our first meeting. He had dedicated years to studying medicine in the hope of restoring my sight, but he concealed his identity because he felt ashamed and feared I would reject him.
Heartbroken, I returned home to find years of research bearing my name. I had been working on that breakthrough long before we began our relationship.
When Nigel arrived, he explained everything to me. He confessed that guilt had haunted him since childhood and that he had dedicated his career to finding a way to help me.
