KALI STEPPED INTO HER car and slammed the door. She closed her eyes then opened them, greedy to see the people passing by, the trees, the cars, everything. Her vision blurred. She wiped her eyes frantically. She didn't have time for this. She needed to get home, see Theo, hold Theo, memorize Theo.
She pulled into traffic. How many more times would she be able to do this? And when she couldn't? Kali indicated and merged into the roundabout on the way to Mrs. Martin's. Every aspect of driving required sight. Good sight. Clear sight.
And what if Theo never spoke? What if she couldn't see the way he tilted his head, each movement meaning something slightly different? The way his eyes widened or squinted, how a smile could mean so many things?
She turned down Cornwallis and waited at the lig
