The Black Iris Reclaims Her Throne

The moment of the crash is a blur of screeching metal and the smell of burning rubber. In that split second, to protect his first love, Sean Vane jerked the steering wheel toward himself, violently throwing my side of the car into the path of the oncoming semi-truck.

Later, outside the ER, he prioritized her comfort over my survival. He pulled the strings of his influence to cancel my priority status for a corneal transplant, handing my chance at sight to her instead. I woke up to a world that was half-dark, permanently blind in my right eye.