Blindsided (part 3)

“You’re going to be okay.” My husband, Jack, is attempting to draw me out of my drugged numbness, only I’m not sure I want to. His touch feels foreign, his voice strange. It scares me, this idea that it’s a stranger stroking my hair, whispering beside my ear instead of the man I married ten years ago. “Come on, Annie, open those big, beautiful, baby blues for me huh? Come on… Ah, there you go. There you are.”

I blink my husband’s face into focus.

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