The Blind Man in My Attic
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The day my husband, Brian, brought his depressed first love, Kelly, into our home to take care of her, I let out a long, quiet sigh of relief.
He looked at my perfectly calm face and spoke in a freezing tone. "Kelly’s health is fragile. She needs the master bedroom. It gets the most natural sunlight."
I nodded immediately and hauled all my belongings into the guest room.
Seeing my compliance, he added, "Her stomach is extremely sensitive. She can only stomach bland, home-cooked meals."
