Smart Enough to Finally Leave You

At seven years old, I shoved my childhood sweetheart out of the path of a speeding car. The impact shattered my skull, and when I finally woke up, the bright, quick-witted girl I used to be was gone.

I was simple.

But Wesley didn’t abandon me. He stayed. He laughed at my nonsensical jokes, played make-believe with me, and the moment we turned twenty-two, he made me his wife.

But after the wedding, everything changed. Wesley claimed he had developed a severe case of sensory aversion—a hyper-sensitivity to order and germs.