Grace
The door burst open, and I jumped.
“What happened?!” Eleanor yelled, storming in with a dumbbell in one hand like she was ready to use it as a weapon. Wyatt followed right behind her, wearing an apron that said ‘I’m the best husband and father in the world’ and holding a spoon like it was a sword.
“Is someone here?!” Eleanor demanded, eyes wild. “Do I need to kill?!”
I blinked at them from the bed, still holding my phone like it might explode. “Eleanor?”
“What?! What is it?!” she barked, adrenaline radiating off her. “What happened? Was it that stupid ex of yours again? I swear to God—”
“I think I’m blind,” I said numbly.
Wyatt moved toward me. “Is it your eyes? Are you in pain? Do we need to go to the hospital?!”
I shook my head slowly, still staring at my phone. “No. I—I sa
