Read an Excerpt
Claire banged her toe on the coffee table. Again. "Ouch, ouch, ouch!" Pain shot through her foot.
Why hadn't she moved that blasted thing from the middle of the floor? Weeks had passed since the accident, and she still ran into things. She hated being so incompetent, so vulnerable. Actually, she hated life and the hand she'd been dealt, but what could she do? Complaining and self-pity wouldn't change the fact.
She was blind. Every time the thought crossed her mind, her throat seized.
Had her mind not been preoccupied with the new, Mr. Smooth-Talking Landscaper and this useless project, she could've focused on maneuvering through her living room.
Claire flopped down onto her cushy sofa and propped her bare feet on the squatty table. She couldn't wait for Amy's promised visit. She had a thing or two to say to her friend. Oh, the girl meant well. At one time in her life, Claire had been sweet like that. Then fate smacked her in the face and she had taken on a whole new outlook on life.