He was sitting at the upright piano with dark glasses on, one hand resting on the keys, the other reaching down to scratch the ears of the golden dog lying beside him. Buddy wore a harness and the patient expression of a creature who had seen all of life already.
I met Callahan in the basement of the same church where we were getting married.
By then, I was 30 and had never really dated anyone. The men I met only saw my scars. After a while, I got tired of those stares.
No one seemed to look long enough to find my heart. They just saw me as damaged goods.
But Callahan was different. Even without sight, he saw me.
***
On our first date, I looked down at the diner table and said, “I should tell you something, Callie. I don’t look like other women.”
He smiled and reached for my hand across the booth. “Good! I’ve never loved ordinary things.”
I laughed so hard that I nearly cried. That should have warned me.
Even without sight, he saw me.
