by Robin Lamont
“I would like you to see again, too.”
“It is possible?”
“No guarantees, but I think we have a good chance.”
“How? How do we do that?”
“By doing the work.”
“What work?”
“The work that therapy entails. Committing to the process, getting personal, trusting each other, and being willing to accept help.”
Jude took a deep, courage-seeking breath, and when she let it out, she could feel the sting of tears. It startled her. From the moment her sight had completely left her, her eyes had felt nothing. No pain, nothing, as if they had been deadened to all sensation. Until now.
Maybe it was a sign of healing. Maybe it was an awakening of something else. Whatever it was, she had a choice to make. And she made it, letting herself fall, just hoping there were arms to catch her. “Okay, I’m ready,” she said. “When do we start?”
And Harris replied, “We already have, Jude.”