Leaving You in the Dark

Summary

In the fifth year of my blindness, a pair of donor corneas finally matched my profile.

Five years ago, on an icy turn along the state route, an oncoming truck jackknifed across the median. To shield Rachel, my fiancée, and our two lifelong friends, Harper and Hannah, I threw myself across the center console. The windshield shattered inward. Jagged slivers of safety glass pierced both of my eyes, severing the optic pathways into a permanent, pitch-black silence.

The afternoon the transplant coordinator put me on the priority waiting list, the three of them wept harder than I did.