The Taste of Sweet Karma

For seven years, I was his eyes, his hands, his constant companion.

I nursed Ethan through his blindness, celebrated his sight's return, and eventually became his lover.

I truly believed our bond, forged in his darkness and my unwavering devotion, was unbreakable.

But in the quiet bubble of his Escalade, I clearly understood every crisp Spanish word he spoke into his tablet.

He told his best friend, Ben, that his elopement with Victoria, the woman who abandoned him when he went blind, was set for tomorrow.